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 that

like that, Agnes found

when Agnes

I’ll protect you, no one will

and Albert chatted for hours

never asked about Albert’s

merely gestures of companionship, keeping an elderly man company. Their bond was

her hotel. The alley was deserted, the light rain adding an eeriness to its solitude. A shared glass

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 maintain her composure and stride past

them

drawled, “It’s not safe for you out here. Let me

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 him, sending him

wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

training were