Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel Chapter 951

Agnes Pritchard paused by the car, a frown creasing her forehead. "Ryder, you didn't have to hit him. I already gave him a piece of my mind. What if you had hurt your hand? What then?"

Ryder's expression remained frosty, unfazed by her concern.

"Why did you even go to that dinner party? That's not really your scene," he said coolly.

Agnes let out a sigh. "I was cornered into it."

"Was it the station manager giving you a hard time?"

She replied matter-of-factly, "Not exactly. He probably thought the marketing director at Deep Abyss would favor the TV station because of me. But my relationship with Jared hasn't been made public. That guy didn't even recognize me."

Ryder still looked displeased. "You shouldn’t attend those kinds of gatherings anymore."

Agnes chuckled. "Got it. I can handle myself."

"I'll drive you home," Ryder insisted.

"There's no need. You know my place is just around the corner. A few steps and I'm there."

Agnes was currently living in the grandiose Pritchard Mansion, a mere stone's throw from where they stood.

"You should head back. It's late," she added.

Instead of getting into his car, Ryder said, "Then I'll walk you."

Surprised, Agnes protested. "Really, there's no need. It's such a short walk. Are you worried I'll get lost?"

Ryder was dead serious. "I'm not worried about you getting lost. I just want to spend more time with you."

Agnes felt her heart skip a beat. Every time Ryder said something like that, her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to respond.

Agnes was taken aback. "You knew? Why didn't you tell me?"

She remembered multiple incidents of flat tires back then but hadn't thought much of it at the time.

Ryder explained, "I thought it was for the best. Otherwise, how would I have gotten to spend three whole hours alone with you?"

Hearing this, Agnes felt a bittersweet pang. "Ryder, you..."

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Ryder lightened the mood on purpose. "Do you think I'm a bit bad sometimes?"

Agnes pretended to scowl. "Absolutely rotten, just like your uncle."