Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Jared scowled at the way Agnes had landed, then looked behind her and instantly figured out how she got there.

“Agnes, you’ve got some nerve, aren’t you scared of getting in trouble?” Jared’s words were clearly lac ed with annoyance.

Caught red–handed, Agnes’s face turned as red as a beet, but she instinctively tightened her grip on her camera.

Jared saw it too and asked, “What on earth are you doing?”

Agnes replied, “I’m currently interning at a newspaper. My assignment is to cover Mamie’s itinerary and … her mystery boyfriend.”

Jared’s expression hardened even more, and he said coolly. “Delete it.”

Agnes had never seen Jared look so serious. His gaze was icy, sending shivers down her spine. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Agnes had deliberately mentioned the mystery boyfriend, hoping to hear Jared’s explanation or denial, but Jared didn’t..

Agnes held her camera and said, “This is my job, I won’t delete it.”

Jared’s face darkened. “Agnes, are you itching to see your husband and another woman on the front p age of the news?”

Agnes retorted coldly. “You’ve got the guts to do it but not to own up, huh?”

“What exactly did I do?” Jared’s voice was icy.

“Jared, who are you talking to?” A woman’s voice echoed from inside the room.

Agnes’s gaze shifted from Jared to the room.

Mamie seemed to have just taken a bath, still dressed in a white bathrobe with her hair wet. Her beauty was undeniable; her skin was glowing, and her features were exquisite, like a painting come to life. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Every move she made was captivating.

Mamie now stood in front of Agnes, guessing her job from the camera hanging around Agnes’s neck.

Mamie frowned. “Are paparazzi now so adept at sneaking into people’s homes? How’d she get here?”

Jared’s face was stormy, but his voice was icily aloof: “She jumped over from the balcony opposite. Ab solutely nuts.”

At that moment, the doorbell rang, and Mamie turned to answer it.

Jared spoke again: “You realize you messed up now?”

Agnes stubbornly remained silent. She knew sneaking shots was wrong. But if Mamie’s date wasn’t Jar ed, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths.

Agnes firmly stated, “I didn’t do anything wrong. Paparazzi are people too; they need to work, and their existence is justified. You can say I’m just more. dedicated than most.”

Jared said, “Agnes, your justifications are plentiful. I really spoil you too much. If you don’t get a little ta ste of reality, you really think you can do whatever you damn well please, huh?”

At that moment, Mamie came over with a group of people.

The earlier alarm had alerted security, and the General Manager of the World International Hotel also c ame over. He kept apologizing, saying, “We are truly honored that Ms. Mamie chose our hotel. We dee

ply regret this situation. Paparazzi really are omnipresent, but it’s because you, Ms. Mamle, are so pop ular. We’ll take care of the rest, we’ll ensure this won’t happen again.”

Jared was still staring at Agnes when he asked, “I’ll ask you one last time: do you realize you screwed up?”

Agnes replied, “I didn’t do anything wrong, and I won’t delete the photos.”

Jared looked at Agnes silently for two seconds, then said, “Call the cops.”