As Elton walked by, he suddenly grabbed Jenny's arm. With a mix of anger and helplessness in his eyes, Elton glared at her. "What are you up to now?"
Bursting into laughter, Jenny retorted, "Oh, Elton, that was pretty obvious, don’t you think? I haven’t even done anything yet, and here you are, all defensive. You keep saying you don’t care anymore, that you don’t want to disrupt her life. Who are you trying to fool?"
Her words struck Elton like a knife to the heart, a reminder of the daily battle he fought convincing himself of his own indifference. Feeling an inexplicable surge of irritation, Elton snapped, "Jenny, stop slinging mud. And whatever is going on between Agnes and me, it’s none of your business."
But Jenny just smiled, her demeanor still seemingly gentle. "Agnes, you say? It rolls off your tongue so naturally, so affectionately. She’s Mrs. Whitfield now, and Mr. Whitfield is right here. They’re happily married, living a blissful life. Elton, no matter what sordid thoughts you harbor, you won't succeed."
Jenny’s words were harsh, yet her face was all smiles. Elton was truly infuriated. "I don’t harbor any thoughts, Jenny. It’s you who keeps meddling in other people’s lives. What’s your real agenda?"
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