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

gentle, like he was taking care of a treasure. It’d been a long time since Agnes had felt cared for like this, and it was

the initiative. If it had been before,

froze. He wasn’t used to Agnes being so forward.

were flushed, and there was a faint smell of alcohol

attractive at the moment. But in the end, he

said, “Agnes, what are you doing?”

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

to take a shower,

was fully awake now. She hid under the covers, clutching a pillow, but she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. The

her? Why

was standing under the cold spray, frustrated. The freezing water didn’t extinguish the burning desire within him. He almost lost control, but every time he thought about Agnes mistaking him for Elton, he got furious. The thought that Agnes was seducing him while thinking of another