Throughout the whole ride, Agnes and Jared remained silent. Agnes kept sneaking glances at Jared's face through the rearview mirror. His gloomy expression was suffocating.
Agnes initially felt a tad guilty. After all, she and Jared were married, and she was caught staying overnight at a stranger's house. But when she thought about Jared not coming home that night, Agnes figured her actions weren't that outrageous in comparison.
The car rolled into Maplewood Manor, finally parking in front of the villa. The atmosphere inside the car grew even tenser, Agnes felt as if the air had frozen solid.
Jared finally broke the silence. "Tell me, what the hell happened?"
Agnes played dumb. "What do you mean?"
Jared turned to look at Agnes. Strangely, she felt exposed under his gaze.
Jared snapped, “You ran off, didn’t tell me, and stayed at a stranger's place. Do you think you can manage a guy like Ivan? How well do you know him to have the guts to go home with him?"
Agnes shot back, "I don't know you that well either, yet I married you." She would never have dared to talk to Jared like this before.
This clearly infuriated Jared. "Is our marriage really that insignificant to you?"
Agnes retorted, "Aren't you doing the same thing? Devaluing our marriage."
Jared stared at Agnes for a long time. "Agnes, is this really how you want to talk to me?"
Agnes suddenly felt upset. She was torn inside, wondering whether to expose the truth between them, whether to break the illusion. But Agnes didn't have the guts. She feared that once the truth came out, everything would go back to square one.
Agnes wasn't ready. For now, she just wanted to cool things down.
Agnes lowered her head and said, "Jared, let's take a break."
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