Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel 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 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...

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?