Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 921

On a frigid winter's day, Ryder was clad in nothing but a white shirt. His coat had been carelessly

discarded, yet despite the biting cold, beads of sweat densely populated his forehead. His clothes were

soaked through, stained with various shades of crimson.

"Agnes," Ryder's voice broke the silence, "I'm in a world of pain here."

"I know," Agnes replied, her voice a tender whisper in the chill of the room.

She wanted to reach out, to clasp his hand in hers, to offer him a sliver of courage. Yet, she hesitated,

afraid to touch him.

Then, with a slight quirk of his lips that betrayed his effort to conceal his torment, Ryder asked, "Agnes,

can you hold me?" Upon hearing his request, Agnes knew the agony he must be enduring. Otherwise,

he wouldn't even ask painkillers. Ryder was always one to endure.

Gently, Agnes took a seat beside him. Ryder leaned into her, resting his head against her shoulder with

a soft sigh. She wrapped her arms around him and discovered his body was burning up with fever.

Whether it was the pain or the fever, Ryder trembled incessantly. Agnes fought back tears, her own

body screaming in discomfort, yet she remained seated, offering Ryder her shoulder to rest on.

"Talk to me, Agnes, would you?" Ryder's voice was weak but hopeful.

"Sure, Ryder. What do you want to talk about?"

"Tell me you like me. Say you want to be with me, even if it's a lie."

The pain was unbearable. His arm suffered a compound fracture, and with the painkillers worn off, the

agony seeped into his very bones. He longed for anesthesia, for any sort of reprieve.

Through blurred tears, Agnes whispered, "Ryder, I like you. If I had another chance, I'd choose to be NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

with you. Please, hang on."

Despite his trembling body, Ryder managed to say, "I feel better now, Agnes. Thank you for saying

that."

To him, those were the sweetest words he'd ever heard. If only they were true.

"If you pull through this, Ryder, I'll be with you. I've always cared for you. I'm grateful for everything

you've done for me. There might be no one else who would sacrifice so much. Promise me you'll get

better."

Internally, Agnes was terrified. Dr. Kermit had mentioned the possibility of amputation. Even with

surgery and recovery, Ryder might never be able to wield a scalpel again. New chąpter avаilable oո

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