Heartstrings On Fire

Chapter 382

Agnes was hit with a wave of unexplained sadness.

At the same time, she felt an odd sense of camaraderie.

Taking the bracelet, Agnes said, “Godfather, if you don’t mind, I’ll come by often to chat.”

Looking back, Agnes felt she might have been a bit rash

But the term “godfather” felt oddly natural

She was usually an introverted person, not one to easily make friends.

But for some reason, she felt a special bond with Albert.

Maybe it was his beef burgers, they tasted just like her mom’s

just the vibe

Agnes found herself

when Agnes

no one

Albert chatted for hours about

about

to Albert were merely gestures of companionship, keeping an elderly man company. Their bond was straightforward: she addressed him as

left the restaurant and began her walk back to her hotel. The alley was deserted, the light rain adding an eeriness to its solitude. A shared glass of wine with Albert had left her slightly buzzed, making her feel lighter, as if her concerns had momentarily

of men garishly dressed in heavy metal attire, their hair dyed in vivid hues. Their leader, a gaunt man with yellow hair, gave her a predatory once-over. Panic flared briefly in Agnes, but

them

“Hey there, pretty lady,” he drawled, “It’s not safe for you out here. Let me escort you back” When he reached out, presumably to caress her face, she instinctively slapped his

said, attempting to close the distance between them again. But as he reached out Agnes used his momentum against him, sending him sprawling with a

someone to be trifled with.

years of Taekwondo training were paying