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,

her eyes, and there was Jared.

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

ever taken the initiative. If it had been before, she wouldn’t have dared. But with the help of alcohol, Agnes just wanted to be closer to this man. Her hands even

wasn’t used to Agnes being so

was a faint smell of alcohol on her. She was

that Agnes was very attractive at the moment. But in the end, he grabbed her mischievous hand. His voice

what are you

she’d been doused with a bucket of ice water. She pulled away from Jared, looking at him

“I’m going to take a shower,

pillow, but she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. The disgust in