Heartstrings on Fire

Chapter 18

Upon hearing this, Jared’s frown deepened. His voice turned icier, “What did you just call me?”

Agnes, half–asleep, turned over and mumbled something, “Elton…”

A surge of anger bubbled up in Jared. He grabbed Agnes‘ face and said coldly, “Agnes, look at me. Who am I?”

But then Jared noticed his fingertips were cold and damp. Agnes‘ eyes were closed, but tears were rolling down from the corners of them.

Agnes was crying.

Jared got up and fetched a warm towel. He sat by the bed and gently wiped away her tears.

It reminded her of when she was a child, lying in her mother’s arms, swinging on the swing in the yard, gazing at the stars

eyes, and

taking care of a treasure. It’d been a long time since Agnes had felt cared for like this, and it was her husband, her

initiative. If it had been before, she wouldn’t have dared. But with the help of alcohol, Agnes just wanted

froze. He wasn’t used to

were flushed, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on her. She was like an

on. He had to admit that Agnes was very attractive at the

“Agnes, what

Agnes felt like she’d been doused with a bucket of ice water. She pulled away from Jared, looking at him in disbelief. His face was filled with coldness

going to take

from the bathroom. Agnes was fully awake now. She hid under the covers, clutching a pillow, but she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. The disgust in Jared’s eyes had shattered what little self–esteem