Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 715

Originally, her makeup was icy and glamorous.

But now, it had begun to smudge.

Agnes decided to remove all of her makeup, revealing her naturally clean and clear complexion.

Agnes had been constantly exposed to the elements as an outdoor interviewer. As result, her skin tone

had slightly changed due to the constant weather exposure. However, her naturally resilient skin hadn't

taken long to regain its original healthy glow after she had returned home.

After removing her makeup, Sasha looked at her reflection in the mirror, and she felt much more at

ease and comfortable.

She casually ran her fingers through her hair, then turned and walked out of her bedroom.

As she stepped out, the melodious waltz music filled the air.

From the second-floor balcony, Agnes watched the grand hall below.

Bella was dancing the opening number with Kearney.

Soon, others joined them, their graceful steps carrying them onto the dance floor.

The scene was reminiscent of a fairytale featuring a prince and a princess.

An ancient, luxurious castle, the shimmering crystal chandeliers, the old-fashioned gentleman's band, Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

and the prince and princess sharing a dance.

Looking at it, Kearney and Bella seemed quite the pair, even though there was a noticeable age gap

between them.

But she thought of the kind of woman Kearney liked, such as Phenix, and Bella and Phenix were two

extremes.

One was a fiery rose growing on a cliff, while the other was an orchid grown in a greenhouse, tender

and delicate.

It was unlikely that Kearney would fancy Bella.

Engrossed in watching the two of them, Agnes' forehead creased slightly in thought.

She was completely unaware of a tall figure slowly ascending the staircase, coming to stand beside

her.

"Your Kearney doesn't seem to care much about you, leaving you alone to entertain the little princess.

What do you see in such a man?"

It was Jared again!

Agnes turned to him and said in a cold tone, "Mr. Whitfield, are you a ghost? You're just always

around."

Every time she encountered Jared, trouble seemed to follow.

Jared had also changed into more casual attire.

He had exchanged his formal suit for a relaxed blazer.

But he looked even more handsome and dashing.

Jared raised an eyebrow at Agnes, "What, struck a nerve? Taking it out on me, Agnes? I thought you

were tougher than that."

Agnes was truly annoyed, but she couldn't quite pinpoint what she was annoyed about.

Jared always had a way of aggravating her effortlessly.

Agnes retorted, "Mr. Whitfield, shouldn't you be by your fiancée's side right now? All high and mighty

judging others, but aren't you just the pot calling the kettle black? As for being sanctimonious, Mr.

Whitfield, you're second to none."

Agnes was clearly angry.

But seeing Agnes angry, Jared's mood inexplicably improved.

At least now, Agnes' eyes were not on other men.

Jared smiled, making a gentlemanly gesture, "What do you say? Care to dance with your ex-

husband?"

Agnes was perplexed by Jared, he seemed to be in a good mood even after her sharp retort.

Had he developed masochistic tendencies after these four years?

Agnes had no interest in dancing with him.

She flatly refused and turned to leave, but Jared grabbed her arm, pulling her onto the dance floor.