Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 964

A gust of night wind swept through, tousling Agnes' hair into a playful disarray.

With a casual flick of her hand, she added an unintended allure to her stance as she took a couple of steps towards Jared.

Then, with a light chuckle, she teased, “If we’re talking about blurred lines, Mr. Whitfield, you’d surely top the list. Whisking me away from a wedding ceremony in full view of everyone, weren't you worried about the so-called ambiguity?”

Jared's expression remained cool and detached.

He seldom saw Agnes like this.

The wine had painted her cheeks a flush not normal for her, and her eyes shone bright, like stars in the night sky.

Ordinarily, she had an air of innocence about her, but at that moment, there was an added hint of seduction.

Draped in a crimson chiffon evening gown, her bare shoulders and slender silhouette were delicately hugged by the thin fabric, her ankles a silent siren call.

Agnes had drawn close enough for him to catch the faint aroma of red wine on her.

She looked up at him, her expression a mix of innocence and enchantment.

Suddenly, Jared snorted, his voice husky with restrained emotion, “Then let me show you what real ambiguity looks like.”

Without another word, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

Agnes was well aware that it wasn't right, but she couldn't help but give in. When sober, she could have pushed Jared away, but now, with the wine warming her veins, she couldn't feign confusion—it was desire, pure and simple.

Sometimes, that's just how people are—knowing full well they're heading for a fall, yet unable to stop themselves from tumbling down.

Agnes felt her world crumbling within.