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

the vibe

found

moon when

protect you, no one will hurt

Agnes and Albert chatted for

about Albert’s

an elderly man company. Their bond was straightforward: she

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

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 she attempted to

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 hand away Back off she wamed.

a raucous laugh, shared by his entourage. Feisty I like it, he said, attempting to close the distance between them again. But as he reached out Agnes

to

years of Taekwondo training