But there were things that Agnes didn't want Jared to meddle with.
If she let Jared solve all her problems and deal with every social interaction for her, she would never make real friends or develop her own emotional and professional strength.
Agnes had intended to handle everything on her own.
Jared's warm breath was now close to her lips.
Just as Jared was about to kiss her, Agnes suddenly cupped his face.
Agnes began, clear and assertive, "Jared, I know you're capable of moving mountains, but this is my life. The people in it, good and bad, I want to handle them myself. If I need help, I'll let you know. So, promise me, you won't interfere like this anymore, okay? I'm not a child anymore, and I don't want to live under your wing forever. I don't want to be known only as Jared's wife, do you understand?"
How could Jared not understand? Agnes had always been fiercely independent. She wanted her own career, her own life, not just to be a vine wrapped around a sturdy oak.
She might look fragile, but she was brimming with energy. She wasn't a canary in a cage, but a seagull capable of soaring over the ocean.
Jared couldn't bear to keep her caged. But when she flew out and encountered predators, Jared couldn't help but intervene.
In these four years, Agnes had truly grown a lot.
Take this situation for example.
If it had been four years ago, and he had intruded into her life without telling her, Agnes would have been furious. But now, she was able to discuss it calmly with him.
Jared said, "Call me ‘honey’, and I'll promise."
It was a familiar phrase, a familiar tone, a familiar request from four years ago.
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