Jared seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence.
His fingers were itching to curl into a fist again.
Valeria quickly grabbed his hand, "Chill, dude. You can't just take one side of the story, right? She must've thought you were engaged too, right? And what's the truth? Maybe things between Ryder and her aren't what you think."
Jared seemed to finally realized something with that reminder.
He suddenly stood up and bolted out of the room.
Valeria also rose, watching Jared's retreating back while her brows knitted together in worry.
Jared made a beeline for Ryder's room.
Without knocking, he swung the door open, and sure enough, there was Agnes.
Agnes was staring into space, sitting alone on the sofa with a glass of water in her hand.
She hadn't moved an inch.
Ryder had gone off to Cilian's study and hadn't returned yet.
Agnes had planned on leaving tonight.
With Jared around, she felt on edge.
His cold eyes and the image of him crushing the glass kept haunting her.
Hearing the door open, she thought Ryder was back and quickly sprang up, "Ryder..."
She didn't get to finish calling Ryder's name.
Because it was Jared, not Ryder, at the door.
Agnes' face changed.
Jared barged in, "What, disappointed to see me?"
Agnes' gaze landed on Jared's bandaged hand, the red seeping through the fabric.
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