Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 353

Beatrice was just hanging out and keeping her ears open.

She wasn't in the scene tonight.

Yet, she decided to stick around on set all day, just to keep an eye on Agnes.

Today presented a golden opportunity.

After dinner, everyone swung into work mode.

Beatrice quietly slipped away.

She headed for the Celestial Skyline Hotel.

Before that, she had stopped by a convenience store and bought two bottles of beer and a bottle of hard liquor.

Outside the hotel, she quickly chugged down the two beers, then splashed the liquor on her clothes.

She had no intention of drinking the hard stuff, she needed to stay sober, to remember everything that would happen tonight.

Thinking about this, Beatrice trembled slightly with excitement.

Then, she walked into the Celestial Skyline Hotel, took the elevator straight up to the top floor, to the presidential suite.

The hallway was very quiet.

Beatrice stumbled along the plush carpet.

When she reached the door, Beatrice knocked hard.

After a moment, the door was opened.

Beatrice felt a surge of joy inside her. Jared was the one who opened the door.

Jared had obviously just taken a shower.

He was wearing a blue plaid pajama set.

Jared was always Jared, even in pajamas, he looked good.

But Beatrice couldn't look at him straight.

Beatrice pretended to be drunk and slurred, "Jared."

Jared frowned, "What are you doing here?"

Beatrice stumbled into the room.

A faint smile graced Beatrice's lips as she whispered, "Jared, could you get me some water? I'm parched."

Jared's face creased into a frown, but he still rose to fetch her a glass of water, setting it down on the table with a hasty gesture devoid of warmth.

His brusqueness left Beatrice slightly disheartened, though he had still done as she'd asked.

As Jared made his way back, he found Beatrice occupying his spot on the sofa, drifting between wakefulness and slumber, reminiscent of a drowsy feline. On noticing his return, she perked up, beaming at him, "Thank you."

Jared responded by folding his arms, his eyebrows knitted together, looking distinctly displeased.

"What do you really want to tell me?"

"Jared... could you be a little nicer to me? You're always so cold towards me."

Beatrice's tone was a bit coquettish.

However, Jared's frown deepened.

Beatrice got straight to the point, "Actually, I don't want you to be my brother-in-law at all, I want to be close to you like Agnes is, more affectionately. Do you know every time I think you are my brother-in-law, it's like my heart is being cut with a knife..."