Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel 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 glance, "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."