Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1015

Jared looked utterly disinterested, "My job right now is to be your assistant. All I've got to do is nail that."

Agnes couldn't help but feel a sting in her heart at his dejected appearance.

After lunch, they returned to the office.

To her surprise, a crowd had gathered at the entrance of Agnes's office.

Even colleagues from the adjacent department had joined in.

Agnes had no clue what had caused the commotion.

Approaching, she asked, "What's everyone doing here?"

Carroll from the marketing department exclaimed, "Agnes, who sent you all these roses? It's so over the top, and each rose has gold edges. They must've cost a fortune!"

Agnes's brow furrowed slightly.

But before she could enter, Jared had already stepped into the office ahead of her.

Indeed, there was a huge box of roses.

It sat on Agnes's desk, almost covering the entire surface.

The delivery guy was still there, seemingly waiting for their return.

Agnes stepped in and inquired, "What's all this about?"

The delivery guy asked, "Are you Ms. Pritchard?"

Agnes nodded.

"These roses are from Mr. Whitfield. Please sign here to receive them."

Mr. Whitfield?

Agnes's first thought was Jared.

But seeing Jared with a frown beside her, she quickly realized who it was.

Agnes told the delivery guy, "Please take the flowers back. I can't accept them."

The delivery guy looked troubled. "Ms. Pritchard, there's no precedent for returning these. You just need to sign here."

She hadn't seen Ryder in a while and thought it might be a good opportunity to check on his arm's recovery.

But Jared's words unnerved her.

Agnes retorted, "How do you know I wanted to refuse? Maybe I was playing hard to get?"

Agnes always had a way of infuriating Jared with just a sentence.

Jared walked over to her desk, picked up the box of roses, and threw it into the nearby trash can.

The can was too small to hold it all.

So, the flowers spilled out, scattering on the floor.

Agnes was furious, "Jared, have you lost your mind?"

"Next time he tries to pull this kind of trick on you, please be more discerning. You're not an eighteen-year-old girl anymore. You should stand firm."

Agnes felt that Jared was being too extreme, completely disregarding her feelings.

She almost blurted out, "When we were dating, you never sent me roses. Does that mean no one else can?"