She's been a journalist for years, been through all sorts of crazy stuff, even survived a major terror attack. But man, even Agnes had never been this freaked out before.
Jared was like her cognitive weakness. The second he came into the picture, her ability to think straight just flew out the window. Her only plan was to dodge the bullet, and the only thing she was sure of was that she couldn't face him right now.
Jared had no clue he had a child, and Agnes had no idea how he'd react if he found out Nocturne was their kid.
Plus, Jared was about to pop the question to someone else.
And then, Nocturne's voice came from her phone, "Mom, this gentleman wants to talk to you."
Agnes' heart skipped a beat. She saw Nocturne hand over the watch to Jared. Jared put the watch to his lips. His voice came through clear as day. "Hello, ma'am. Can we meet?" Agnes hadn't heard Jared's voice in a long time. It was deep and clear, laced with a faint familiarity and coldness. Her heart started pounding like crazy, and it felt like her body was coming back to life. She couldn't respond because she knew she'd blow her cover once she opened her mouth.
A puzzled "Hello?" came from Jared's end of the line.
Agnes quickly hung up. She saw Jared's confused look, but he just shrugged it off and gave the watch back to Nocturne.
He ruffled Nocturne's hair, said something, then got in the car with Nocturne and drove off.
Agnes' current mood was as devastated as a city after a typhoon had passed through.
For the past four years, she thought she had become independent, rational, and strong, and she made sure she appeared that way. But the moment she saw Jared, she felt like she had reverted back to her old self, with her past weaknesses, hesitations, and evasions all surfacing at once.
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