Chapter 979


    The throbbing pain in her arm yanked Agnes back from her messy head.


    And there he was. Jared. Real as the daylight.


    Agnes hadn’t expected Jared to show up. Especially not now.


    Panic flickered through her as an unsettling thought crossed her mind. Wasn’t he supposed to be at


    thepany, prepping for the shareholders’ meeting? Why was he here?


    "Jared, let go of me. Everyone’s watching, for heaven’s sake."


    Their flight was boarding soon. The airport terminal buzzed with travelers, and their small scene had


    quickly be a spectacle.


    But Jared seemed oblivious to her protest, his grip on her arm unyielding as if he feared she might


    sprout wings and take flight.


    His gaze was intense, unwavering as he stared into her eyes. He looked haggard, bloodshot eyes


    hinting at a sleepless night. His hair was a tousled mess atop his head, and a shadow of stubble


    darkened his jaw.


    It was chilly, yet he wore only a crumpled white shirt and ck trousers—the very ones he''d worn


    the night before.


    The scent of tobo and alcohol clung to him, painting a vivid picture of his night''s torments. Agnes


    could almost see him, drowning his sorrows in a bottle.


    Why couldn’t Jared let her go?


    Her heart ached at the sight of him, this disheveled, desperate version of the man she once knew.


    But she had to leave. She couldn''t be the reason his world fell apart, nor could she bear the thought


    of Ryder losing his way because of her.


    All the things she dreaded, all the debts she owed—this was her chance to settle them.


    Yet here was Jared, tangling her in his web once more.


    Feeling drained, she said, “Jared, we said our goodbyesst night. Please, don’t do this. I have to


    go. Ryder is waiting for me.”


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    “To hell with him waiting for you. Agnes, I forbid you to leave. Try vanishing again and see if I don’t


    ground this damn flight. You can try me.”


    He was back to the Jared she knew all too well—imperious, almost helplessly so.


    Agnes had always given in to him in the past.


    “Jared, stop being unreasonable. We''re done, we have no ties. You can’t control my schedule, my


    life.”


    “I don’t care. The thought of you out there, where I can’t see you—it’s unbearable. I won’t let you


    go.”


    Agnes felt the sting of helplessness. Jared was spiraling out of control, his eyes red and wild like a


    beast. He seemed almost drunk with emotion.


    Her heart wavered. Jared''s sudden appearance had softened her, felt like a dream. His decline and


    obsession pained her. Yet a sliver of reason remained.


    She’d made her decision after much deliberation. If she wavered at his words, she’d fall back into


    the mire Ryder had warned her about.


    Isn’t it better to endure a short pain than a prolonged agony?


    Agnes looked up, catching a glimpse of Ryder on the upper-level corridor. His face was an icy mask


    of fury.