Agnes was at a loss for words, feeling as if she were in a dream.
For a moment, she thought perhaps everyone's fate, every event in their life, every encounter, was preordained. That from birth to death, every detail of one's life was choreographed by a divine playwright.
And they were merely actors, faithfully following the script in the river of time.
Otherwise, how could she possibly run into Jared?
She had specifically gone out to clear her mind and avoid him.
Yet here he was, clearly not alone.
At his side, her arm entwined with his, stood none other than Valeria.
Valeria's appearance that day was striking.
A low-cut white evening gown, her makeup as sharp and flawless as ever.
Tall and slender, she looked like a supermodel straight from a Paris runway, her presence radiating power.
Compared to Valeria, there was one aspect where Agnes couldn't compete.
Valeria's aura exuded a natural blend of confidence and authority.
Whereas Agnes was merely putting on a show.
Valeria had noticed Agnes too.
Her gaze was expressionless as she glanced at Jared beside her.
Effortlessly, she withdrew her arm from Jared's.
Jared's face was as calm as a still pond.
When he saw Agnes, he didn't even betray the slightest hint of surprise.
But his gaze was deep and piercing, scrutinizing Agnes like a hawk.
Under such scrutiny, Agnes felt her heart skip a beat.
She instinctively tightened her grip on Kearney's arm.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)