Heartstrings on Fire

Chapter 89

Agnes just wanted to wolf down her grub in peace. She was just hoping to fly under the radar.

Then she glanced up at Ivan, the corners of his mouth upturned in a slight smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

I was clear as day he was waiting for the fireworks to start. So, this was his game.

With one line, Ivan had managed to throw Agnes into the spotlight.

Agnes was stuck She had no choice but to grab her glass, get up, and head over to Jared.

She sidled up to Jared and said, “Mr. Whitfield, this one’s for you.”

But before Agnes could finish her sentence, Jared just sat there, not batting an eyelid. He was always the picture of politeness when someone proposed a toast.

So why was he playing hardball when it was Agnes raising her glass?

Ivan was standing nearby, his eyes filled with amusement

else seemed taken

treating Agnes

Under these circumstances, couldn’t he just go with the flow and

give a hoot anymore. She had already made the toast, whether he drank

my part, Mr. Whitfield. The ball’s

that, Agnes gulped down the wine in her glass. The moment the glass touched her lips, it

coolly, “You have a shoot tomorrow, better not drink alcohol. Have a soft

words left everyone gobsmacked. So… was Mr. Whitfield looking out for Agnes? There were many

to be looking out for

real pain in the neck. Was he trying to make everyone figure out

green with envy Jared’s attitude towards Agnes was indeed different, just like at Tim’s

a soft drink

downed his drink, and Agnes returned

jealousy, but mostly confusion, but Agnes didn’t have the

it as the actresses continued to propose toasts

from the sidelines. She watched as Jared downed