Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 845



Chapter 845

And wasn't he a germaphobe? Yet, Agnes' lipstick-marked glass seemed to not faze him in the

slightest.

It was only Cecile who saw right through Ryder. Slurring her words, Cecile blurted out, "Ryder, you're

still pining over her? After all this time, you haven't given up? Ryder, she's your uncle's ex-wife, for

heaven's sake! This is practically incest!"

Cecile was undoubtedly a bit inebriated, her words slipping out without any filter. Yet everyone at the

table, including those nearby, heard her loud and clear.

Rumors about Agnes and Ryder's past affair had circulated four years ago. But such high society

secrets were often murky, the truth obscured by layers of speculation.

Besides, four years had passed.

And now, in a moment of drunken indiscretion, Cecile had torn off the veil of secrecy.

Ryder's face turned an ugly shade of red. Agnes, too, seemed caught off guard by the sudden

revelation.

Cecile, however, made another lunge, collapsing into Ryder's arms. Clutching at his shirt, she implored,

"Ryder, look at me. Why can't it be me? I've loved you for years. What does Agnes have that I don't?

She was with your uncle... no, your own brother! She'll never be able to be with you. Why do you still

hold a torch for her? Tell me, have all these years without dating, without marrying, been you waiting for

her?"

Ryder pushed Cecile off with a look of utter revulsion.

He acted as if he hadn't heard a word she said, as if her declarations meant nothing.

He summoned the bouncer and, in a shocking move, had Cecile thrown out of the bar.

Cecile desperately resisted, accusing Agnes and sobbing her heart out to Ryder.

What was supposed to be a pleasant alumni gathering had devolved into a scandalous spectacle,

impossible to smooth over.

Some tried to calm Cecile, pulling her aside, pleading with her to simmer down.

Meanwhile, all eyes were on Agnes and Ryder, whispers and gossip hung in the air, but nobody dared

to speak up.

The head table was silent. Even Amelia was at a loss for words, awkwardly glancing at Agnes.

Ryder turned to Agnes and asked, "Are you going to stay here?"

Without thinking, Agnes replied, "I'm leaving right now."

She began to say her goodbyes to Amelia. Given the circumstances, Amelia couldn't insist she stay.

Agnes' departure seemed like the best course of action. But before she could finish her farewells,

Ryder grabbed her arm and steered her towards the exit.

All the way to the door, they felt the weight of everyone's stares, sharp as daggers. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

This must be what it feels like to be dissected by gazes, Agnes thought.

She tried to pull away from Ryder's grip, but he held fast. Together, they left the Hot N Sizzlin'.

Outside, the cool breeze brought a sense of clarity to Agnes.

"Ryder!" she called his name, but he didn't stop. He kept a firm hold on her hand, determinedly striding

forward.

Agnes had no idea where Ryder was taking her.

"Ryder, let go of me. I can walk on my own."

Finally, with a forceful tug, Agnes freed her arm from Ryder's grasp.

But by then, they had already crossed the street and were standing near Lakeside College.

Her arm throbbed where he had gripped it.


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