Chapter 584


    Jared seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence.


    His fingers were itching to curl into a fist again.


    Valeria quickly grabbed his hand, “Chill, dude. You can’t just take one side of the story, right? She


    must’ve thought you were engaged too, right? And what’s the truth? Maybe things between Ryder and


    her aren’t what you think.”


    Jared seemed to finally realized something with that reminder.


    He suddenly stood up and bolted out of the room.


    Valeria also rose, watching Jared’s retreating back while her brows knitted together in worry,


    Jared made a beeline for Ryder’s room.


    Without knocking, he swung the door open, and sure enough, there was Agnes.


    Agnes was staring into space, sitting alone on the sofa with a ss of water in her hand.


    She hadn’t moved an inch.


    Ryder had gone off to Cilian’s study and hadn’t returned yet.


    Agnes had nned on leaving tonight.


    With Jared around, she felt on edge.


    His cold eyes and the image of him crushing the ss kept haunting her.


    Hearing the door open, she thought Ryder was back and quickly sprang up, “Ryder…”


    She didn’t get to finish calling Ryder’s name.


    Because it was Jared, not Ryder, at the door.


    Agnes Mace changed.


    Jared barged in, “What, disappointed to see me?”


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Agnes‘ gazended on Jared’s bandaged hand, the red seeping through the fabric.


    Jared was still clenching his fist, seemingly indifferent to t.


    All Agnes felt was a pang in her heart.


    Since the ss cut Jared’s palm, Agnes felt as if those shards had pierced her heart instead.


    Agnes hung her head, seemingly drained, “Why are you here?”


    Jared slowly closed the gap between them, “Agnes, I don’t get it. I need an exnation.”


    Jared was now right in front of Agnes.


    He suddenly grabbed her arm, “Why?”


    Jared’s grip was tight, Agnes felt as if her arm was about to break.


    Jared’s bandage waspletely soaked red.


    Agnes cried out, “Jared, let go of me!”


    “No! I won’t let go!”


    Agnes‘ gaze never left his blood–soaked bandage.


    Has Jared lost his mind?


    Agnes looked up at Jared, “What the hell do you want, Jared?”


    “I want an exnation!”


    “What exnation?”


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    Jared scoffed, “Agnes, didn’t you leave me because of Alyssa? You couldn’t let go of that grudge, said


    we couldn’t be a family. Then what about Ryder? How can you be with him? Isn’t that a joke?”


    Agnes felt dizzy, at a loss for words.


    Things had taken a turn she hadn’t expected.


    Jared looked at her, his smile turning bitter, “Can’t you find an excuse, Agnes? So your ‘principles‘ only


    applied to me. All these years, you’ve been ying me. What am I to you, Agnes? A toy you can throw


    away anytime? Or did you n this all along, to get rid of me and live your life with him?”


    Thinking about how they had been living together in Manhattan for years, Jared wanted to rip the


    woman before him to shreds.