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

like that, Agnes found herself with a new

was over the moon when Agnes addressed him like

one will

Albert chatted for hours about nothing in

never asked about Albert’s past

Albert were merely gestures of companionship, keeping an elderly man company. Their bond was straightforward:

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

hues. Their leader, a gaunt man with yellow hair, gave her a predatory once-over. Panic flared briefly in Agnes, but she attempted to maintain her composure and stride

them

with yellow hair obstructed her progress. “Hey there, pretty lady,” he drawled, “It’s not safe for you out here. Let me escort you back”

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

to

of Taekwondo training were paying