Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 998

Though he had slimmed down a bit, the definition in his eight-pack was still strikingly visible. His physique could easily rival that of any runway model strutting down the catwalks of Milan or Paris.

Agnes, lost in thought, couldn't help but let her gaze linger longer than she intended. But Jared had already made his way over and plopped down right beside her on the couch. Without a second thought, he laid his head in her lap.

Taken aback, Agnes gave his shoulder a nudge, "Jared, I agreed to stay, but not for you to get fresh with me."

Jared spoke up, his voice betraying a deep exhaustion, "I'm beat. Could you dry my hair for me?"

Reluctantly, Agnes didn't refuse. She grabbed the hairdryer and started to work on his hair. Jared lay there like a child, his head in her lap. His hair was coarse, recently cropped much shorter than she remembered. Her fingers weaved through his hair, relishing the odd but comforting sensation. And there it was – that distinct, clean, crisp scent that was so uniquely Jared. Agnes had always been fond of it; it was both refreshing and reassuring.

She focused on her task, drying his hair meticulously. But Jared wasn't content to just lie still; his arms encircled Agnes's waist. Agnes frowned, her voice cold, "Jared, if you keep this up, I'm out of here."

"I'm just holding you, not doing anything else," Jared protested with the wounded tone of a child. And when he looked up at her, those eyes were filled with such a plaintive look that she was spellbound. Somehow, she didn't push him away.

She continued drying his hair, but it wasn't long before Jared was up to his antics again. His hand crept under her shirt, wandering along her waistline. This time, Agnes's patience snapped. She stood up abruptly, "Jared, don't push your luck."