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.

and there was

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

her arms around Jared’s neck, and kissed him. This was the first time she had ever 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

were hazy, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a faint smell of

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

said, “Agnes, what

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 seen

got up and said, “I’m going to take a shower, you should

a pillow, but she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. The disgust in Jared’s eyes had shattered what little self–esteem she

did he marry her? Why had he slept

but every time