Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 231

Seeing Jared, Beatrice immediately beamed, sweetly calling out his name. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Jared frowned, “What’s up?”

Beatrice was holding a pile of new clothes, “I brought you some clothes. You’ve never stayed at my

place before I noticed you didn’t bring any change of clothes today These are all new, left by Elton, but

never worn. You can wear them today”

Jared’s frown deepened

Beatrice felt a thrill of joy

She had sensed tension when they went upstairs earlier.

Perhaps the photo of Agnes and Elton she had produced in the living room did the trick

Now, she deliberately brought a new shirt to further stir the pot, hoping their disagroreent would

intensify, possibly even explode today.

Seeing Jared’s dark expression, Beatrice entered the room and placed the clothes in conspicuous spot

on the bed.

TII leave these here, I’ll go now

Beatrice womed she might have pushed too far and Jared would resent her, so she left hastily after

placing the clothes.

She’d said her piece, now it was just a matter of how much they would fight

Agnes was stubborn and wouldn’t easily back down. The more people misunderstood her, the less

inclined she was to explain. Her pride would surely be her downfall

The room suddenly fell silent.

Jared closed the door and locked it, then came over.

Agnes rubbed her arm, her voice laced with cold indifference, “You re not planning to stay here tonight,

are you?”

Jared hadn’t brought any clothes and there weren’t any he could change into here.

Plus, he was a clean freak, there was no way he would wear the same clothes two days in a row

He wasn’t sure where Beatrice had gotten these clothes from to stir the pot

But according to his nature, he wouldn’t wear these clothes whether they belonged to Elton or not

His nightclothes at home were custom-made by top Italian tailors, time-consuming and expensive.

Such a man who demanded high standards in life would hardly settle for these “rough clothes”. Jared

looked at Agnes. “You in a rush to get rid of me?”

Agnes felt exasperated, “That’s not what I meant. Are you going to wear these clothes?”

Jared casually picked up a shirt from the bed, clearly disliking it, “Your ex-boyfriend had terrible taste,

to actually wear something like this out.”