Heartstrings On Fire

Chapter 817

Chapter 817

It wasn’t until later that Agnes had an epiphany Why had Ryder made such a point of introducing her to everyone,

and then introducing each one of them to her?

She was just a humble journalist, yet there she was, suddenly thrust into the limelight as if she were the star of the

show.

A twinge of discomfort settled in Agnes stomach.

During the dinner, she tried her best to remain silent, focusing solely on navigating her way through the meal.

The others were deep in conversation about business developments and market prospects.

Agnes just let their words wash over her, barely registering But even as she tried to blend into the background, it

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was as if the others wouldn’t allow her to fade away.

Midway through the dinner, the project leads and managers started to take turns toasting her

It was highly unusual These were men and women of stature, not given to lowering their shields so casually.

Agnes didn’t want to drink, and she knew her limits–both in consumption and behavior

Past embarrassments, fueled by alcohol, were lessons she didn’t care to repeat

But these folks were silver tongued persuading her with ease.

With a few choice words, they left her cornered, with no graceful way to decline.

Ben and the others were already tipsy, unable to come to her aid even if they wanted to

Involuntarily, Agnes gaze sought Ryder

He knew she didn’t drink Yet there he was, leisurely enjoying his meal and wine, seemingly oblivious to her plight.

Agnes sighed inwardly. It was naive to think Ryder would help her

With no other recourse, Agnes sipped minimally But after two glasses, her demeanor shifted.

Once the alcohol hit all bets were off

Next thing she knew, Agnes was the one initiating toasts, drinking heartily.

The table’s atmosphere soared, laughter and witty banter filled the air

By the time Agnes made her rounds, she was visibly unsteady

Finally, she staggered over to Ryder, wine bottle in hand, and poured him a full glass.

Her words slurred slightly. “Ryder, Eve got something to say to you”

Ryder looked up his gaze resting on Agnes flushed, clearly intoxicated face, his voice steady and clear: “What is it?”

Agnes, hand on his shoulder for balance, confessed, Ryder, I’m sorry”

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She tried to clink her glass against his, but Ryder didn’t reach for his drink Undeterred, Agnes grabbed his glass

from the table, touched it to hers, and muttered a solitary “Cheers”

She downed her wine in one go.

Ramona was the only one at the banquet who hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. She watched Agnes with concern

and had intended to dissuade the others from urging Agnes to drink, but seeing Ryder’s indifference, she hesitated.

Surely Mr. Whitfield, Agnes family by extension, wouldn’t let harm come to her. Yet he remained detached,

watching the scene unfold as if from afar

By the time Ramona realized her mistake, it was too late

Agnes was already too far gone, toasting everyone in sight, unstoppable

After another round. Agnes poured herself another glass and continued, “Ryder, seeing you today it’s really upset

me. Do you know why? Because you’ve changed. You’ve abandoned medicine for business. I don’t think it suits you,

it’s not you, you know?”