Chapter 27 Ryder, with his stern face, seemed to ignore everyone else, only addressing Agnes, âCome with me.â
Agnes nodded, gave a quick greeting briefly, and under everyoneâs gaze, followed Ryder to the balcony.
The balcony was relatively quiet. A glass door completely isolated the hustle and bustle inside.
Ryder broke the silence, âWhere did you sneak off to? Iâve been looking for you.â
She had just.....
Agnesâs face began to heat up, thankfully concealed by the night.
1 Agnes fibbed, âAfter you left, I heard footsteps in the hall. Thought someone was heading my way, so I took off to the backyard for a bit. Got lost, didnât expect it to be such a maze.â
Agnes laughed nervously, âThe Whitfieldâs backyard is seriously massive.â
Ryder squinted, his gaze falling on Agnesâs dress.
Agnes was obviously lying because he knew his mother had planted some wild cherry trees in the backyard a few days ago.
There were too many people today, so the backyard entrance was closed today to prevent any damage!
Ryder, although clueless about why Agnes was lying, didnât expose her, just asking, âIs your hand alright?â
Agnes glanced at her hand, where she had scratched it when climbing over the wall, and laughed it off, âJust a scratch. Itâs okay.â
Ryder nodded, then asked, âPreston and Beatrice are here today. You could have come in through the front door. Why did you climb over the wall?â
Agnes felt a bit awkward, âWell..... I had some stuff to deal with.â
It wasnât that Agnes didnât want to tell him. She just didnât know how to say to him.
Ryder said, âIf itâs hard to say, just forget about it.â
Just then, someone called Ryderâs name. Seemed like one of his buddies.
Agnes said, âGo ahead, donât mind me. Iâll be leaving later.â
Ryder nodded, âIf you need anything, just call.â.
Agnes nodded, and Ryder turned around and left.
Agnes let out a sigh of relief. She wasnât too familiar with this Icy man. Other than their notâsoâpleasant first encounter, they had never crossed paths before.
Agnes didnât expect him to help her out today.
Agnes was already dressed quite lightly. The night wind blew, and she felt a bit cold but didnât feel like going inside.
Agnes spotted Jared from a distance, and even though he was quite far away, Jared seemed to naturally radiate light. Among the crowd, she could spot him instantly. Thatâs what one call standing out from the crowd.
At this moment, he was holding a glass of champagne, surrounded by many famous ladies.
Agnesâs mood was strangely heavy.
âAgnes, didnât expect you to be so cunning.â
Agnes was going to leave, but Beatrice came storming over.
Agnes said, âBeatrice, Iâm your sister. You shouldnât talk to me like that.â
âAgnes, donât act all high and mighty. Youâre just a burden to the Pritchard family. Iâm warning you, Iâll be the Mrs. Whitfield, and you donât even think about competing with me.â
Agnes retorted, âEven if Iâm not competing with you, that title isnât necessarily yours. Have you noticed how many people are here tonight. Did Jared even glance at you?â Beatrice was furious. She came tonight all dolled up, but Jared, indeed, hadnât looked her way. Surrounded by all those noble ladies, she couldnât get close to Jared, so she could only vent her frustration to Agnes.