Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel Chapter 921

On a frigid winter's day, Ryder was clad in nothing but a white shirt. His coat had been carelessly discarded, yet despite the biting cold, beads of sweat densely populated his forehead. His clothes were soaked through, stained with various shades of crimson.

"Agnes," Ryder's voice broke the silence, "I'm in a world of pain here."

"I know," Agnes replied, her voice a tender whisper in the chill of the room.

She wanted to reach out, to clasp his hand in hers, to offer him a sliver of courage. Yet, she hesitated, afraid to touch him.

Then, with a slight quirk of his lips that betrayed his effort to conceal his torment, Ryder asked, "Agnes, can you hold me?" Upon hearing his request, Agnes knew the agony he must be enduring. Otherwise, he wouldn't even ask painkillers. Ryder was always one to endure.

Gently, Agnes took a seat beside him. Ryder leaned into her, resting his head against her shoulder with a soft sigh. She wrapped her arms around him and discovered his body was burning up with fever.

Whether it was the pain or the fever, Ryder trembled incessantly. Agnes fought back tears, her own body screaming in discomfort, yet she remained seated, offering Ryder her shoulder to rest on.

"Talk to me, Agnes, would you?" Ryder's voice was weak but hopeful.

"Sure, Ryder. What do you want to talk about?"