Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel 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. 

Beatnce 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 Heatrice, 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.