Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 737

Jared ambled over, and he and Agnes began to eat.

Agnes had prepared a sumptuous meal, including medium rare steak, pot roast, Caesar salad, and a

bowl of clam chowder.

It took Agnes a long time to prepare the food.

Over the years in Manhattan, she had been so busy with work, she barely had time to cook.

She usually just had a sandwich.

And Nocturne, who had a long slumber schedule and difficulty digesting complex foods, usually ate

simpler food. Fortunately, Nocturne never got sick of the simple diet.

Jared had already started to dig in.

Agnes was inexplicably nervous, "How is it? Do you like it?"

Jared tried a bit of everything, then said candidly, "The steak is a bit overcooked, I'll deduct ten points.

The pot roast is leaning on the saltier side, another ten off. The vegetables could be fresher so that's

twenty off. And it tastes like you forgot the salt in the clam chowder. That's another ten off."

Every dish had its flaw according to Jared. If he were to grade it, it would have failed. Agnes felt a wave

of despondency, but it was to be expected.

Jared had such a discerning palate, coupled with his chef-level cooking skills.

How could she ever compare?

Agnes put down her fork, saying, "Maybe we should order takeout."

But Jared laughed, "Let's keep eating," he said, looking down at his plate. "It's prepared by my wife, so

it deserves an extra hundred points."

The way Jared said it was so natural.

It had been many years since Agnes had heard the endearing term 'wife'. Watching Jared relish his

meal, the corners of Agnes' mouth instinctively curled up.

They continued their lunch together.

Agnes had a small appetite and was done eating after a while.

She rested her chin on her arm and watched Jared eat.

This man was so handsome that even his eating could be appreciated as an art form.

Jared ate with elegance and composure, making the ordinary dishes seem precious.

He glanced at Agnes, "Am I that good-looking?"

Agnes grinned, "You're a feast for the eyes."

Jared put down his utensils seriously, "Agnes, are you flirting with me?"

Detecting the teasing lilt in Jared's voice, nerves fluttered within Agnes, fearing he would mess around.

She quickly ladled a bowl of soup for Jared and handed it over, "Eat this before it gets cold."

Jared raised an eyebrow, "I'll let it slide for now."

Just then, there was a knock at the door, Agnes rose to answer it, "I'll get it."

She expected it to be Leo, but to her surprise, it was Valeria Thomas.

Seeing Agnes, Valeria was taken aback, "Ms. Pritchard, I didn't expect to see you here."

Agnes had an inexplicable feeling about Valeria. Even though Jared had explained that his marriage to

Valeria was purely for business and had been peacefully annulled, as a woman, Agnes couldn't help

but perceive Valeria as a threat. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Especially considering she had sent Valeria's father, Berlin Thomas, to prison, where he was serving a

six-year sentence. And just a few days ago in France, a big business deal of Valeria's had been

thwarted by her. So Agnes wasn't sure how to interact with her.

As an enemy? It didn't seem like it. As a friend? That also seemed impossible.

Agnes smiled, "Are you here to see Jared? Come in, he's just having lunch."

Valeria entered the room, and her gaze fell on the child on the sofa. A happy family of three. It was

indeed a picture of domestic bliss.

Jared also looked up, "Valeria? Is there something you need?"