Once they got in the car.
Agnes had been secretly watching Jared's expression.
Jared looked really wiped out.
All Agnes wanted to do was to cheer him up.
She said, "Jared, Ryder got discharged from the hospital today. I cooked dinner myself."
Hearing that name, Jared frowned, opened his eyes, his voice cold as ice, "I know."
Agnes bit her lip gently, "I ordered a cake for Ryder. We can pick it up in a bit."
Jared's fingers twitched slightly, his voice still icy, "Alright."
After getting the cake, Agnes got back into the car all excited, telling Jared, "The owner of the bakery also gave me a bouquet of lilies. Ryder was discharged from the hospital. Today is just the right gift for him."
"Agnes, you were too involved in that scene."
Jared suddenly said.
Agnes was puzzled.
What shocked her was not what Jared said, but his expression.
His face was as cold as an ice sculpture, and his eyes, they were like icy daggers, radiating a cold glow.
Agnes, as if she didn't catch on for a moment, asked, "What did you say?"
A trace of mockery appeared on Jared's face, "Ryder, Ryder, how many times do you need to say this name every day? Agnes, please recognize your identity. He's not Romeo and you're not Juliet. Please show some self-awareness as my wife."
Agnes didn't understand. It took her a while to finally catch on.
Disbelief filled Agnes's eyes, "Jared, what do you think I am?"
What was Jared implying?
He actually suspected her of having an affair with Ryder.
While Jared was away on a business trip, they would call each other every night.
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