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.

Agnes was slowly coming back to consciousness, 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 at the stars in the sky.

her eyes, and there was

a long time since Agnes had felt cared for like this, and it was her husband, her family, who was caring

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

froze. He wasn’t used to Agnes being so

there was a faint smell of alcohol on her. She

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

said, “Agnes, what

water. She pulled away from Jared, looking at him in disbelief. His face was filled with coldness and disgust she had never

going to take a shower, you should go to bed

the covers, clutching a pillow, but

loathed her, then why did he marry her? Why had he

burning desire within him. He almost lost control, but every time he thought about Agnes mistaking