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.”

of years. And you? You’ve

She was indeed grateful for everything Jared had done

the table to make meat pies. Even Nocturne was getting the hang of it. Jared, the

resulted in a few bad–shaped pies

replied, “Grandma, you know I’m not good at cooking.”

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

stuff the pie. His hands moved with a

was more focused on his hands. Jared had beautiful hands. But Agnes‘ gaze lingered on his

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

people just don’t have the knack or the interest. And Agnes thought her meat pies were not as perfect as Jared’s, but they were acceptable.

doing this for your own good. You can’t live off burgers and sandwiches forever. Think about your son. You need to learn to cook