Heartstrings On Fire

Chapter 483

Four years later-

In a high–rise apartment in downtown Manhattan.

The alarm went off and Agnes got up immediately. After a war–like hot shower, she felt refreshed.

It’s the weekend.

In theory, she could have a lie in.

However, today there’s some serious business to take care of.

Agnes got dressed, headed to the kitchen, and whipped up a sandwich for breakfast.

Then, she ventured into the other room.

Agnes opened the door and stepped inside.

A little boy was lying on the bed.

The kid was ridiculously cute.

His hair was fluffy and soft, and his facial features were well–defined.

Most kids at four or five years old still have those chubby baby faces.

But this little guy was different. His face was mature for his age, with a pair of distinctive eyebrows and eyes. His eyelashes were so long, they could even pass for a girl’s.

gently, like a butterfly

petals of a flower that bloom in the early

sleep, oblivious to Agnes‘ presence.

sat by the

gently

her son, Nocturne.

a preemie, born

it was a real nail–biter for

brushed Nocturne’s cheek.

difficult birth, Nocturne was

term was Atypical Neurological Hypersomnia.

sleeping,

noticed that this kid was

sleeping, barely even ate.

baby, that’s kind of

when Nocturne was still the

feel that something was

to a bunch of top–notch doctors,

caused by neurological

affected Nocturne’s intelligence.

the contrary, Nocturne was a genius.

learned two languages and shown

gifted than they were at

was awake, he showed an extraordinary level of

had an amazing ability to absorb

the power of hard work, would give birth to such a