Chapter 366 Mamie looked seriously distressed Agnes couldnât help but chuckle after hearing her out Mamie glared at Agnes. âYouâre not helping, and youâre laughing?â
Agnes knew that Mamie must see her as family to confide in her this way.
Mamie had been in the entertainment industry for years. Despite being a big shot, sheâs pretty innocent at heart. Sheâs always been protected by Ivan, Mamie had felt deep guilt about Agnes since the last incident. When Agnes chose not to press charges against Ivan, Mamieâs gratitude grew immensely. She now considered Agnes to be like family Agnes chuckled, âSorry, I didnât mean to laugh. Itâs not a major issue You two arenât siblings or married, so itâs not a big dealâ
Mamie looked hurt by Agnesâs words. âItâs more complicated than you realize. While I might appear as the cherished daughter of the Bartley family, they actually view me as a curse. Throughout the years, only my brother has stood by me. But heâs the treasured eldest grandson, the apple of our grandpaâs eye. I donât want him to lose his place in the family because of me.â
Agnes sighed, âWhy are you two thinking the same way?â
âWhat do you mean?â Mamie asked.
Agnes knew she shouldnât butt in. But the relationship between Ivan and Mamie was like looking through a layer of ice. And she was the only one who could see through it. Since what happened had happened, Agnes didnât see a need to hide anything anymore.
Agnes said, âActually, Ivanâs always had a thing for you. He never confessed cause he didnât want you to be blamed, to have a hard time in the industry, to be targeted by the Bartley familyâ
Mamieâs face completely changed. She looked unbelieving, as if her heartbeat had stopped. âWhat did you say? My brother likes me?â
âHe adores you, Mamie, Agnes started, her voice gentle. The way he reacted when you were with Jared made that evident. But tradition and moral codes held him back, forcing him to remain the perfect, protective brother. I donât believe that what transpired yesterday was just the result of intoxication. It was the explosion of feelings heâs been containing for so long.â
At the mention of the previous night, a flush crept up Mamieâs cheeks. She had consumed more than her fair share of alcohol, yet every memory from that night remained sharp. The image of Ivan, his face a mix of anguish and tenderness, was seared into her mind. She could still feel his kisses, reverent and lingering. tracing her skin.
His voice, soft and pleading, had echoed in her ears, âMamie, I love you, I love you...
She had initially dismissed the nightâs events as figments of her drunken imagination, But knowing now that Ivanâs feelings for her werenât new revelations made her rethink everything. It wasnât just a fanciful dream, it was a deeply entrenched reality. The unexpressed love, the bottled up emotions, and their heedless surrender to the moment had all been genuine.