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.

dream. It reminded her of when she was a child, lying

and there

taking care of a treasure. It’d been a long time since Agnes

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

used to Agnes being so forward.

and there was a faint smell of alcohol on her. She was like an enchanting

but Jared was still turned on. He had to admit that Agnes was very attractive at the moment. But in the end, he grabbed her mischievous hand. His voice was cold

said, “Agnes, what

his words, 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 and disgust she had never

and said, “I’m going to take a shower,

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