Chapter 823


    Jared couldn''t shake the suspicion that Agnes had been faking her drunkennessst night.


    Waking up the next morning with a splitting headache, Agnes found her memories of the evening were


    patchy at best, leaving her with a disconcerting nk space wherest night''s events should have


    been.


    After freshening up, she made her way down to the breakfast nook, only to be met by Jared''s piercing


    gaze from the moment she entered the room.


    Agnes shot him a casual nce and settled into her chair, taking a sip of her milk. "What''s got you


    looking so sour this morning?"


    "Agnes, you still owe me a reasonable exnation," Jared prodded.


    A flicker of guilt passed over her as she asked knowingly, "What exnation?"


    "What exactly did you get up tost night?" he pressed.


    Agnes countered, feigning ignorance, "What do you mean? I just had an interview, grabbed dinner, and


    came home."


    Jared scoffed, "You seriously don''t remember how you got homest night?"


    Truthfully, Agnes didn''t remember. But the more serious Jared''s expression became, the guiltier she felt


    inside.


    She hadn''t told Jared about her interview with Ryder, which in itself wasn''t a problem. The issue was


    that she had also gone out for drinks with Ryder afterward without giving Jared a heads-up.


    Agnes had thought it was no big deal. She did have a few drinksst night but hadpletely nked


    on the rest of the evening. She assumed she had woken up at home because a colleague must have


    called Jared to pick her up. After all, their rtionship wasmon knowledge at this point, and she


    had indeed woken up in her own bedroom.


    But could it be that something else had happened after she cked out?


    Treading carefully, Agnes ventured, "Did I cause some troublest night?"


    Jared''s expression remained stern.


    Agnes quickly admitted fault, "I promise, it won''t happen again. I won''t drink out anymore. I just couldn''t


    get out of itst night, you know, the social pressure."


    Finally, with a childlike pout, she cooed, "I know I messed up. Can you forgive me just this once?"


    It was rare for Agnes to y the coquette, but Jared was a sucker for it. Watching her now, it was


    impossible for him to stay mad.


    He relented, "You''re quick to admit your mistakes, yet you never seem to learn from them."


    "How can you say that? I promise, I''ll change. And you''re going to witness it," she protested in return.


    Seeing Jared''s expression soften, Agnes breathed a sigh of relief and came clean, "Actually, my boss


    asked me to do a profile interview, and I didn''t expect it to be with Ryder."


    Ryder wasn''t exactly taboo between them, but Agnes knew Jared cared more than he let on. Yet, his


    feelings were conflicted. Ryder was special to Jared, after all. He couldn''t see him as an outright


    enemy, much less forget the kinship of a cherished protégé he''d once mentored.


    "I already know," Jared said curtly.


    Agnes continued, "You won''t believe how much Ryder has changed. Dressed up in a suit, he was


    almost unrecognizable. And his whole attitude, it''s just colder than it''s ever been."


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    With a heavy sigh, she admitted to herself that Ryder''s transformation might bergely due to her


    actions.


    Jared seemed reluctant to dwell on the subject of Ryder any longer. "My sister wants to see Nocturne.


    Let’s head over to the Whitfield Manor tonight. It''s been ages since west visited."


    Agnes'' expression turned serious, "Alright, I''ll meet you at the Tim Group after work."