Agnes thought dropping the divorce bomb would be tough, but the words slipped out easier than she expected. Those two words, like a thorn in her heart, stung her when she least expected it.
Jared's face turned stormy, and the temperature in the car seemed to drop below zero. Agnes could hear her own heartbeat but kept her poker face on.
After a long silence, Jared scoffed coldly, "Agnes, you really go with the flow, huh? Do you see marriage as a game? Even if you do, I am not a toy you can play with."
With that, he got out of the car and left, leaving Agnes alone. She wondered who was playing with whose feelings.
Eventually, Agnes got out of the car and saw Jared smoking on the balcony.
They had been living under the same roof for a while now, but Agnes had never seen Jared smoke before. His face was hidden in the smoke, his expression unreadable, and his chilly aura made him look unapproachable.
Agnes chose the guest room, avoiding Jared who seemed colder and more intimidating than usual. She didn't want to provoke him.
Sleep eluded Agnes. She lay there, staring at the ceiling. Time ticked by each second feeling like torture.
She heard a faint noise at the door. Reflexively, Agnes closed her eyes and feigned sleep. She heard soft footsteps, slow and steady. She didn't have to guess who it was. The footsteps grew closer then faded away.
Although her eyes were closed, she could feel someone's gaze on her. After what felt like an eternity, she felt a cold touch on her lips. Startled, she opened her eyes to find Jared leaning over her. He was kissing her!
At that moment, Jared's eyes were closed, and he didn't notice Agnes' stiffness. She quickly closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep.
The kiss deepened, filled with unrestrained anger. Jared's lips were cold, tasting faintly of tobacco. At first, it was just a soft brush of lips, but it was growing more forceful.
Agnes didn't dare move. Waking up now would be awkward. Plus, she could feel Jared's anger. Was he using her as an outlet?
Annoyed, Agnes couldn't push him away. So, she let out a soft moan, turned over, and continued to play possum.
After a while, she heard Jared let out a heavy sigh. Then the fading footsteps and a soft click of the door.
Finally, Agnes opened her eyes. Her heart was pounding as if it was about to leap out of her chest. Her lips were numb and tasted of Jared.
Biting the corner of the blanket, Agnes' face turned beet red in the dark. Even though she knew Jared's kiss was out of anger, she was embarrassed to find that she liked his taste. That dizzying, roller-coaster feeling made her feel weak.
Don't fall for him!
She pinched herself hard. Wake up! Don't be a fool in love again!
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