Heartstrings on Fire

Agnes took a deep breath to steady herself before stepping out of the car, feigning a calm demeanor, “What can I do for you, Mr. Whitfield?” Perfect. She could still call him Mr. Whitfield with such icy indifference.

“Agnes, what’s the meaning of having a one–night stand then disappearing on me?” Jared suddenly spoke up.

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Agnes was taken aback, not expecting Jared to be so blunt. His words made her feel as if he was playing the innocent victim.

“If I recall correctly,” Agnes retorted, “it was you who forced yourself on me that night. My not reporting you is already an act of mercy. So, there’s no ‘having a one–night stand‘ situation, Mr. Whitfield. You sure know how to evade responsibility.”

that you didn’t want it afterwards, Agnes. We didn’t just do it once or twice. I remember quite clearly how engrossed

voice a seductive whisper, “If you’ve forgotten, I wouldn’t

face flushed red with fury. She was genuinely angered

in a while? What do you want from me, money?” Money? Agnes really

fixed his gaze on Agnes, his eyes sharp as daggers. But she met his gaze with an equally defiant look, her expression nonchalant. “Agnes, have you become so easy with

“Jared, I’m not sure why you’re here today. You forced me that night and now you’re using it to insult me. Is that your purpose? You want to know why I didn’t resist you afterwards, because I’m still hung up on you? Is that what you want to confirm? No, it’s simply because you were so good I couldn’t resist. Is that the answer you’re

getting at. But she