Heartstrings On Fire ( Jared and Anita )
Chapter 225

Chapter 225

As Agnes lay in bed, she suddenly felt powerless

Her mind was filled with images of Jared’s cold face

Her heart felt as heavy as a rock, making it hard for her to breathe.

As Agnes rolled over, the door was flung open Upon seeing the person who walked in with pride, Agnes frowned.

“Beatrice Pritchard, it’s basic manners to knock before you enter someone’s room, Agnes remarked.

Beatrice crossed her arms and sneered, “Agnes, this is my house Everything here is mine. You’re just a freeloader. Oh, and by the way I forgot to tell you, I changed the locks. There are only three keys, and none of them are yours.”

“Beatrice, I’m tired. Don’t start trouble or I promise you’ll regret it.”

“You gonna hit me? Yeah, right, Agnes. I know you’re all badass with your taekwondo, but you don’t have the guts to hurt me. You’re just living off our dad’s quilt. If you ever hit me, he won’t love you anymore.”

Agnes didn’t get mad

She was used to Beatrice’s mockery.

If she let every little thing get to her, she’d drive herself crazy.

Beatrice was a pain in the ass she couldn’t deal with, but she could avoid.

Agnes took out her earbuds from under the pillow, plugged them in, and just ignored Beatrice, closing her eyes and laying back down.

Beatrice went on, “Agnes, did you have a fight with Jared Whitfield? I told you, why would Jared ever be interested in you? You’re so boring. He just found you fresh for a while. Tell me, did you guys break up?*

Beatrice said a lot, but Agnes ignored her completely

Beatrice thought that she had had a fight with Jared because she understood Agnes’s character.

Agnes would never come back to this house unless she was absolutely desperate.

And she came back today, late at night, no less. It must be because she had nowhere else to go.

Agnes had just said that Jared was on a business trip in Japan.

When Beatrice heard, she smirked inside. She had been keeping track of Jared’s schedule, and he hadn’t been away these past few days.

Agnes was lying, and that just confirmed her suspicions.

But no matter how much Beatrice pressed, Agnes barely reacted.

What Beatrice hated most was Agnes’s haughty demeanor.

She stormed over and yanked Agnes’s earbuds out, “Are you deaf? Can’t you hear me when I’m talking to you?”

Agnes suddenly grabbed Beatrice’s wrist.

Her voice was icy, “Give me my earbuds.”

In fact, there was no sound in the earbuds, she had heard every word Beatrice had said.

She knew she should ignore Beatrice

But Beatrice kept mentioning Jared, and in the end, she couldn’t hold back her anger.

Beatrice’s wrist was held tightly, the pain made her cry out, “Agnes, let go of me, it hurts…”

Agnes suddenly let go, and Beatrice fell to the ground, her right hand shaking uncontrollably from the pain, “Agnes, how could you do this to me”

Agnes walked over, picked up her earbuds, and said coldly, “If you don’t leave now, do you want your other hand to get hurt too?”

Beatrice was furious.

Usually, Agnes was very easy–going, no matter how much she insulted her, she would just ignore her. But today, she suddenly got angry.

This at least proved one thing, everything she just said was true, so it pissed her off.

Even though Beatrice’s hand hurt, she felt a sense of joy inside, “Agnes, I won’t hold you responsible. No wonder Jared kicked you out with you acting like

this.”