Jared snorted, "What, afraid I'll catch wind of your affair, Agnes? You're supposed to be Ryder's fiancée, aren't you? How did you become Mr. Kearney's sweetheart?"
Jared had arrived with the full intention of having a calm, rational conversation with Agnes.
After all, he knew things might not be as they seemed.
Just like with him and Valeria, there were extenuating circumstances.
Perhaps Agnes was merely Kearney's date for the evening.
But every time he stood before Agnes, seeing her look of disdain and coldness, Jared couldn't help but prod her.
As expected, Agnes' expression shifted.
Agnes replied, "Mr. Whitfield, I don't think you're in a position to question me. "
Jared's face soured.
But Agnes had already turned away, "The moon is beautiful tonight, Jared. You asked me to think about something a few days ago, and I've made my decision."
Agnes turned to look at Jared.
In that moment, Jared found himself holding his breath.
His heart felt like it had stopped.
He was incredibly nervous.
Jared had a bad feeling.
He had a hunch that Agnes was about to reject him.
Jared wanted to stop her from speaking.
But he was rooted in place, his face devoid of any emotion, as if waiting for her next words.
After looking at him, Agnes turned her gaze to the shimmering water of the pool, "Jared, we can't go back to the way things were, and I don't want to. We can be regular friends, and co-parents to Nocturne. Nocturne and I will live in Manhattan, but I won't stop you from visiting him. Of course, if you prefer, we can be strangers, just like we were for the past four years."
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