Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 226

Beatrice stormed off in a huff, leaving Agnes lying in bed, feeling miserable and clueless about what to do next.

The next day, being the weekend, Agnes had no school, so she slept in until noon. Apart from grabbing some lunch, she spent the entire day holed up in her room, not venturing outside.

In the evening, there was a knock on her door, and Agnes assumed it was her nanny, Latonia, calling her for dinner.

However, to her surprise, it was Beatrice standing there. Beatrice appeared to be in high spirits, a big grin plastered on her face as she said, "Agnes, let's go to the dining room for dinner. My mom cooked today, and she whipped up all your favorite dishes."

Agnes glanced at Beatrice, her brows furrowed.

Beatrice usually didn't chat her up like this.

Something was definitely up.

And Beatrice looked rather odd today, dressed in a white dress.

Her hair, usually wavy, had been straightened, and she wore a lighter, more natural makeup look, which made her look stunningly different. Agnes, although not really in the mood for dinner, sensed that today was somehow special.

Beatrice, all smiles, urged Agnes to hurry downstairs where everyone was waiting. Beatrice left, and Agnes, still in her pajamas, hurriedly changed and made her way to the dining room.

As she entered, she was taken aback by who she saw sitting at the table – it was Jared.

Jared was engaged in a cheerful conversation with Preston, who had a broad smile on his face.

Next to Jared sat Beatrice, who seemed to be deeply involved in the conversation, sweetly addressing him. Agnes felt a pang of surprise and confusion.

Beatrice, noticing Agnes, immediately came over and put her arm affectionately around hers, welcoming her to the table.

He hadn't really gone on a business trip to Japan, yet he agreed so naturally.

Beatrice said this just to inform Jared that Agnes was lying.

But instead of exposing the truth, Jared had gone along with her lie.

Beatrice's fingers clenched tightly.

Laura emerged from the kitchen, beaming, "Agnes, you should've told us earlier, I could've cooked more dishes. It was too rushed today, and I could only whip up some basic ones."

Even though she said 'basic', there was a wide variety of dishes on the table.

Agnes casually said, "He's not a head of state or something. Treating him like a VIP, isn't that like treating him as family?"