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

Agnes found herself with a

moon when Agnes addressed

no one will hurt

for hours about nothing in

asked about Albert’s past

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

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

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

progress. “Hey there, pretty lady,” he drawled, “It’s not safe for you out here. Let me escort you back” When he reached out,

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 used his momentum against

wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

years of Taekwondo training were paying