Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 953

Agnes frowned in disbelief. What on earth was Jared doing here?

She had intended to ignore him, to simply turn and open her front door.

But there he was, stepping out of his car, approaching with deliberate strides.

The ornate wrought-iron gate of her villa swung open. Agnes stepped inside, ready to slam it shut. But when she turned around, Jared was barely six feet away.

He stood there in the shadows, his gaze heavy and unwavering on Agnes.

That look—it unnerved her, like a cold blade that could slice through her defenses at will, leaving her in distress.

Agnes didn't know why Jared had come, and frankly, she didn't want to know.

With gritted teeth, she tried to close the gate, but Jared was already speaking, "Do I not even deserve a hello from you? Seems a bit heartless, don't you think, Ms. Pritchard?"

At the sound of his voice, Agnes felt a wave of exhaustion.

She turned back, flinging the gate wide, "What do you want, Jared?"

She thought she could bear not seeing him, that his absence would ease her pain.

But every glimpse of his face reminded her that her heart was still bleeding.

She didn’t know how to end this chapter of their relationship. All she wanted was peace for a few days. If Jared had already let go, why did he keep showing up?

He watched her in silence.

Firmly, Agnes said, “Mr. Whitfield, in the future, try not to loom at someone’s doorstep in the dead of night. It's liable to give the wrong impression.”

“You can relax. I didn’t come here to spy on your sweet nothings or tearful goodbyes. If I’m looking for you, it's because I have a reason.”