Chapter 147
Justin stated, “I get it, she met you first. But Mr. Whitfield, you better treat Agnes right. In this era of frequent divorces, I won’t hesitate to swoop in and take her if you mess
up
Jared answered nonchalantly. “You won’t get the chance. We’re pretty harmonious and might have a kid soon”
Agnes blushed
What was Jared talking about?
He pulled her in for a hug then turned to Justin, grinning “Right, honey?”
His smile was infectious, but it sent chills down Agnes spine. She could only nod vaguely
Jared affectionately ruffled Agnes hair
Watching them, Justin couldn’t stomach it any longer and left the lounge
Jared turned to Agnes, Tm uncomfortable with you working with a guy who’s into you”
Agnes chuckled, “Well, Justin is quite handsome and has a lot of fans.”
When she glanced at Jared, his face had turned stern.
She quickly added, “But you’re richer. I remember an old saying ‘Good–looking folks are a dime a dozen, but the rich ones are the real catch.”
Jared’s face darkened even more..
As Agnes and Jared left together, they drew envious glances.
On their first day out. Mr. Whitfield publicly visited Agnes.
His assistant even handed out gift cards, which were very generous.
Although Agnes had been to the Whitfield family before, this time felt different.
Agnes wondered, “Will your dad and sister like me. Should I dress up… I forgot to bring a gift”
Jared, one hand on the wheel, the other holding Agnes, reassured her, ‘Don’t worry, they’ll love you.”
“Why?
“Because you’re adorable”
Was Jared complimenting her
Agnes blushed involuntarily
Meanwhile, at the Pritchard family home…
Beatrice had smashed everything in her room.
Then, she threw herself onto her bed and wept.
She pounded her fist on the bed, seething with resentment.
Laura walked in, “Why arent you dressed yet? We’re visiting the Whitfields today. Don’t be late.”
Beatrice was furious, “I’m not going! I can’t stand Agnes smug face. I can’t accept her success!”
Laura approached Beatrice, disdainfully asking “Is that all you’re capable of as my daughter?”
Beatrice sobbed, “But she’s married to Jared now. I’ve lost my chance. What can I do now?”
Laura laughed coldy. “So what if she’s marned? Didn’t your father marry Julia first? But who’s enjoying the high life as Mrs. Pritchard now? Isn’t it me?”
