Agnes frowned.
What was Jared getting at?
What did he mean by overseeing the deletion of her private info?
They stood separated by a wrought iron gate, their eyes locked in a silent confrontation.
Agnes just couldn't get a read on what Jared was really thinking.
Finally, with a resigned sigh, Agnes unlatched the gate. "Come in," she said. "Give me the phone, and I'll clear it out for you to check."
She could have easily tossed the phone aside with a flippant "Keep it."
But she didn't.
That phone held a trove of precious memories, and it also contained many important files.
Losing it had been beyond her control.
Now that it was back in her hands, Agnes intended to retrieve what she could.
Of course, that wasn't the only reason. The real issue was that having the phone in Jared's possession made her feel... exposed.
Jared walked in with an unhurried stride, not immediately handing over the phone.
Instead, he headed straight into the villa.
Agnes' brow furrowed, and she followed him inside.
Jared moved through the house with a familiarity that spoke of many past visits.
He made his way to what used to be their shared bedroom, now solely Agnes' retreat.
Though she had moved back in, Jared hadn't been over in ages.
Yet, the room remained largely unchanged from those earlier times.
Jared seemed weary as he handed over the phone. "Sort through whatever you need to. Just let me take a look when you're done."
Agnes took the phone from him.
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