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."


    Agnes'' grandmother shot Agnes a stern nce, "Jared visits me every month for the past couple of


    years. And you? You''ve called me twice in the past few years. I think Jared deserves my love more


    than you do."


    Agnes was left speechless. She was indeed grateful for everything Jared had done over the years.


    In the afternoon, they all gathered around the table to make meat pies. Even Nocturne was getting the


    hang of it. Jared, the culinary whiz, had no issues.


    Agnes, however, hadn''t made meat pies since she moved to Manhattan. Her attempts resulted in a few


    bad-shaped pies causing her grandma to grimace, "Look at these pies, they don''t even resemble


    anything."


    Agnes replied, "Grandma, you know I''m not good at cooking."


    "Then what are you good at, eating? Jared has spoiled you. Jared, teach her."


    Jared nodded, then he showed Agnes how to stuff the pie. His hands moved with a practiced ease and


    quickness.


    Agnes, however, was more focused on his hands. Jared had beautiful hands. But Agnes'' gaze lingered


    on his ring finger. It was bare. Had he and Valeria really broken off their engagement?


    Agnes was lost in thought when grandma knocked her out of her daze with a spoon, "You''re supposed


    to be learning, not daydreaming!"


    Agnes snapped back to reality, "Grandma, I can''t do it."


    She had never been good at cooking. Some 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 eptable. Grandma had


    never been this critical with her before.


    Exasperated, grandma said, "I''m doing this for your own good. You can''t live off burgers and


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    sandwiches forever. Think about your son. You need to learn to cook for him."


    Then, turning to Jared, shemanded, "Jared, teach this clumsy girl properly. You''re not eating


    dinner until she gets it right."


    With that, grandma left with a batch of pies to cook them in the kitchen.


    Jared raised an eyebrow, walked over to Agnes, circled her from behind, and took her hands, "I''m only


    teaching you once, so don''t get me starved."


    Agnes had initially wanted to refuse him. But seeing Jared''s reluctant face, she reluctantly agreed to


    learn. But their hand-in-hand position was definitely a bit awkward.