Jared was acting as ravenous as a wolf that hasn't seen food for years, and yes, that night had been intense, but who verifies things in such a manner?
Jared was clearly being a rascal again.
Agnes stared at him with her deep and clear eyes, "Jared, can't you behave?"
Jared had already taken her hand, slowly moving it downwards, "Or, should we verify again?"
Agnes felt as if her palm was half-burnt, "Jared!"
Jared stopped teasing her, his expression became serious, "Agnes, come back home with me. It's been four years, how many four years does one have in life? I've never betrayed you, neither in body nor in spirit. Come back to me, Nocturne needs a complete home."
The word home made Agnes' nose sting with unshed tears. It's been so long since she last heard that word.
It was a word that stirred her heart, buried deep within her, untouched.
For years, she struggled alone in Manhattan, depending on Nocturne for support.
Every night, looking at Nocturne's face, Agnes felt content, but also heartbroken and lonely, because deep down, she always felt that something was missing.
Jared's words today were beyond her wildest dreams. She felt incredibly vulnerable.
The moonlight was bright, surrounded by a floral wall. Unknown flowers bloomed in the night, flaunting their charming postures. The air was full of enticing fragrance.
Agnes felt as if she was in a dream. Jared's voice seemed to come from a distance, lingering in her ear, each word drilling into her.
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