Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 851

Jared stiffened noticeably.

It was rare for Agnes to be so forward. Her lips were soft and fragrant, like biting into a ripe peach,

irresistible in their allure.

Her initiation was like a spark in a haystack, igniting a blaze that spread like wildfire. Yet Jared's heart NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

was in turmoil.

Agnes seldom acted this way. What was different this time? Was it guilt? Because she had revisited

their old college haunts with Ryder?

Agnes could sense Jared's hesitation and resistance, which left her feeling even more unsure.

What was going on with Jared? What was going on between them?

Images of Jared and Valeria sipping red wine shoulder to shoulder haunted her mind.

What troubles did he have that he couldn't share with her, but could confess to Valeria?

Agnes was also treading carefully.

Even when previous misunderstandings were cleared up, she hesitated to reconcile.

Without Jared, her emotions were calm, but being near him was like a rollercoaster ride.

Sometimes it was blissfully sweet; other times, she felt a chasm had formed between them over the

past four years.

Agnes longed to know what place Valeria truly held in Jared's heart, but that so-called layer of trust

shackled her.

Wasn't she supposed to trust Jared unconditionally? Just like he had once said—if there was

something serious with another woman, he wouldn't have waited for her all these years.

Gently, Agnes slipped off Jared's jacket. Her soft hands found their way to his chest...

Jared could no longer contain himself. He swept Agnes into his arms, and they spent an unforgettable

night together...

Agnes had awakened early.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, she had barely slept last night.

Jared had been relentless, his cool rage palpable, but she didn't understand why. The more she

complied, the less satisfied he seemed.

Even now, her body ached all over.

She glanced at the man sleeping beside her, still possessing a handsome visage.

Carefully, Agnes got up, dressed, and headed to the kitchen. After Agnes left, Jared's eyes snapped

open, clear and sharp.

Last night, Agnes had been off, enduring whatever he dished out as if under duress. But why would

she do that unless she felt guilty?

Jared had been waiting for Agnes to speak up, yet, she remained silent about Ryder.

When Jared got up, Agnes had already prepared a lavish breakfast in the dining room.

There was oatmeal, fried eggs, and a couple of sandwiches.

Seeing Jared neatly dressed at the doorway, Agnes flashed a sunny smile, greeting, "You're up! Come

have breakfast, I just finished making it."

Her smile was radiant, like a bright sunbeam, but Jared could clearly see, even the curve of her lips

was forced.

Why did she feel the need to put on a facade in front of him? The more Jared thought about it, the

more unsettled he felt.

"I'm not hungry, I'll pass. I've got to go," he said, ready to leave immediately.

Disappointment was evident on Agnes' face.

Couldn't he see that she was trying to please him?