Agnes was really getting fed up with Jared.
She could even hear the creaking sound of bones.
But Agnes wasn't sure if the sound was from her, or Jared.
His hand had turned a bright red.
"So what?" Agnes didn't deny it.
Because she knew that all Jared's anger now came from his dissatisfaction.
Because she, Agnes, suddenly disappeared, ditched him.
His anger now was all because of resentment in his heart.
Agnes knew that because of Nocturne, she and Jared must completely cut off contact.
Well, let him be thoroughly disappointed then.
Only despair could make a person give up their obsession.
Agnes started to say, "Yes, everything I did back then was to get away from you, whether you see it as an excuse or deception, I just wanted to leave you at that time."
"Why?" Jared asked in shock.
Agnes said, "Jared, don't you get it? Because I don't love you, because I'm sick of being Mrs. Whitfield, with so many eyes on me. Without you, there wouldn't be so many schemes around me. I'm sick of your coldness and fickleness, Jared, look at you now, just like four years ago. Ryder and I are about the same age, we have a lot in common, I don't need to pretend to be the perfect Mrs. Whitfield, don't need to care about other people's opinions, and don't need to worry about those women around you. My life now is very comfortable, which you could never give me. That's the answer, Jared, that's the answer you want."
Jared stared at Agnes, but only saw determination and indifference in her eyes.
Jared could no longer see a trace of warmth in Agnes' eyes.
Back then, she and Ryder were classmates, participated in plays together, and went to school together.
In front of Ryder, she was always so happy, and so was he.
He only opened his heart to her.
Jared's hand slowly loosened.
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