Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 983

When Agnes woke up, she found Jared seated at the edge of her bed.

She was nearly frightened out of her wits.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it read 2 a.m. And her wrist was still cuffed to Jared's.

Maybe because she had finally managed to get some sleep, Agnes felt a bit more composed.

Lifting the handcuffs, she said, “Jared, can you take this thing off?”

Jared replied with a helpless tone, “There’s only one key, and I tossed it away.”

Agnes was speechless. She couldn’t be bothered to ask why Jared even had such a thing.

But really, what was this? Being handcuffed together as if they were prisoners?

Agnes was already getting up, ready to get out of bed.

“What are you doing?” Jared asked.

“What do you think? I'm going to look for the key. Do you really want to stay handcuffed to me for life?” Agnes replied with irritation.

In a somewhat wistful tone, Jared responded, "If that's what it takes to keep you by my side, I wouldn't mind at all."

Agnes felt a pang in her heart at those words, but now wasn't the time for such thoughts.

She muttered, “I don’t want to spend my life cuffed to you like a criminal.”

Jared's voice seemed genuinely hurt, “Agnes, do you really hate me that much?”

When she looked up, she was caught in Jared’s deep eyes. His gaze was like the ocean under a starry sky. Calm, yet tinged with a slowly flowing, somber mood.

Like a sudden gust of wind whipping up the sea, it was irresistible.

Agnes found herself unexpectedly filled with compassion.

She couldn’t bear to hurt him with her words any longer.

Looking at Jared like this, she felt like a butcher with a knife in hand.