Heartstrings On Fire

Chapter 650

Once Jared let go of her, he smirked, “Sorry, couldn’t help it.”

Jared, in high spirits as always, walked into the house carrying a basket of spinach. Agnes, on the other hand, was fuming.

The weather was bitterly cold that day. Agnes was so numb she had forgotten to push Jared away. She followed him into the house.

Grandma was just pulling out a pair of knitted socks from a drawer for Jared, “These were made just a couple of days ago. Try them on, see if they’re warm enough. The cotton is homegrown. Can’t find this quality in stores.”

Jared slipped them on, “They’re very warm, thank you, grandma.”

Agnes walked into the room and sarcastically remarked, “Grandma, you never treat me this well.”

for the past couple of years. And you? You’ve called me twice in the past few years. I

speechless. She was indeed grateful for everything

they all gathered around the table to make meat pies. Even Nocturne was getting the hang of it. Jared, the culinary whiz,

in a few bad–shaped pies causing her grandma to grimace, “Look at these pies, they

I’m not good at

what are you good at, eating? Jared has spoiled you.

pie. His hands

gaze lingered on his ring finger.

thought when grandma knocked her out of her daze with a spoon, “You’re supposed to be learning, not daydreaming!” Agnes snapped back to

the interest. And Agnes thought her meat pies were not as perfect as Jared’s, but they were acceptable. Grandma had never been this critical with her

can’t live off burgers and sandwiches forever. Think about your son. You need to learn to cook for him,”