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.

but it felt like a dream. It reminded her of when she was a child, lying in her mother’s arms, swinging on the swing in the yard, gazing

her eyes, and there was

since Agnes had felt cared

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

froze. He wasn’t used to Agnes

cheeks were flushed, and there was a faint

clumsy, but Jared was still turned on. He had to admit that Agnes was very attractive at the

said, “Agnes, what are you doing?”

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 a shower, you should go to bed

running water came 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