Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel Chapter 755

Agnes strolled in, making herself comfortable on the couch and gently ruffling Nocturne's hair.

Jared got her a warm cup of coffee, asking, "How's your first day at work?"

Agnes shrugged, "It's not bad, just a bit surprising."

"What surprised you?"

"Nothing much, just bumped into an old friend," Agnes casually brushed it off, deliberately changing the subject. She didn't want Jared to know about Yolanda just yet. With his personality, he would certainly get involved.

And if Yolanda was really trying to bury the hatchet, Jared's interference might just mess things up.

Eventually, Jared finished his work for the day, and Nocturne was fully awake. They headed to a steakhouse for dinner and later attended a concert. By the time they got back home, it was already late into the night.

Agnes tucked a sleeping Nocturne into his bed. Jared snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "Agnes, I feel incredibly happy right now."

Agnes smiled, "Don't worry, we'll always be this happy."

The next morning, after breakfast, Agnes and Jared headed to work. The TV station wasn't far from Tim Tower. Jared had intended to drop Agnes off, but she refused.

Jared's car was the only one of its kind in Willowbrook Town. How could people not recognize it? Even those who didn't would definitely give a luxury car like his a second look.

The storage was enormous, it was almost like a small library. Rows and rows of shelves were stacked with newspapers from various years, all in complete disarray. The floor was littered with bundles of papers, making it look like a junkyard.

Agnes knew this task was impossible to complete and, moreover, completely pointless.

The assistant mumbled, "Agnes, you can start sorting. I'll be leaving now." And just like that, Agnes was left alone in the room.

Sitting on a bundle of newspapers, Agnes knew she should have slapped her resignation letter on Yolanda's desk the moment she was assigned this task.

Clearly, Yolanda's promise to let bygones be bygones was insincere. It was only the second day, and she was already making Agnes' life difficult.