Ryder suddenly lifted his head, asking, "Did Agnes tell you I don't like her?"
"She didn't say anything, but your actions spoke volumes," Jared replied.
His dislike for Agnes had been obvious the whole evening.
He even resorted to petty tactics like snatching food.
Knowing Ryder as he did, Jared knew that he had never particularly liked or disliked anyone in his life.
This intense dislike was a first.
Ryder asked coldly, "I don't get why it's her. Weren't you always into Mamie? She's nowhere as good as Mamie, why would you marry her?"
"Because my heart fluttered, Ryder. If you meet a girl, and the moment you set eyes on her, you feel a jolt like electricity, even your heart starts racing, and you start trembling. That girl is the one for you. That's my advice."
"So, you really do like her, right?" Ryder's eyes dimmed.
"Yes, I love her," Jared replied.
Ryder lowered his head, his emotions unreadable, and said, "I get it."
Jared patted Ryder on the shoulder, "Even if you don't like her, don't be too harsh on her, got it?"
Ryder just muttered a reply.
The next day.
After breakfast, Jared drove Agnes to school.
Ryder didn't join them in the car. He had gotten up early, but didn't have breakfast with them.
The rehearsals went smoothly.
But Cecile kept stirring the pot.
Agnes didn't mind the daily squabbles.
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