Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 930

Jared casually asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Agnes had had some food during her flight, but she hadn't really had much of an appetite and just picked at it. "I'm not hungry," Agnes replied.

Jared stood up, "How about | make you something? Nocturne will be waking up soon anyway."

With that, Jared left the room.

Perhaps he just couldn't stand being under the same roof with her for too long.

Agnes stayed by Nocturne and Esther's side, her eyes catching sight of a makeshift bed on the floor. It turned out Jared had been camping out in the living room just like she had done back in the day.

But now Agnes was a bit troubled.

If Jared was staying here tonight, where was she supposed to sleep?

Forget it, she thought. Maybe it's best to just find a hotel outside.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Agnes spent some time playing with Esther, who was delighted with the plethora of toys Jared had gotten her.

The room's door was ajar.

Agnes could see Jared by the doorway of what looked like an old-fashioned apothecary, laboring over a pot of soup. He was using what looked like a tiny stove, an old-fashioned crockpot simmering on top.

Jared sat on the threshold.

With a handheld fan, he gently fanned the embers below, coaxing the fire to burn brighter.

Agnes had never seen Jared like this before.

He seemed so different from the man she remembered. In her mind, Jared had always been like someone living in a glass bubble — always dressed to the nines, his hair perfectly coiffed.

He was the epitome of clean-cut elegance, someone untouched by the mundane worries of life.

But now, Jared was dressed in a casual tracksuit, looking unexpectedly at ease and unbothered by his disheveled hair hanging loosely around his face.

A faint stubble graced his chin, adding a touch of weariness to his otherwise lazy demeanor.

There he was, languidly fanning the fire, his whole aura transformed. Gone was the polished CEO of a big company, replaced by a relaxed figure that could be mistaken for a local herb shop's apprentice.

For a moment, Agnes was stunned into silence.

It was only when Jared's gaze drifted towards her that she averted her eyes.

Truth be told, encountering Jared again had caught Agnes completely off-guard. She didn't know how to face him now. As an ex-husband? The father of her child? Or just a familiar friend? None of those titles seemed to fit.

Jared had become the most familiar stranger.

Agnes found that, emotions aside, she didn't mind being around him at all.

Jared was outside simmering the soup for what seemed like an eternity, until dusk settled in. At that time, Nocturne finally woke up.

His eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing Agnes, he exclaimed with pure joy, "Mom!"

Agnes stroked Nocturne's cheek, "You're awake, sweetheart.”

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"I'm okay now, sorry for worrying you, son." Nocturne spoke earnestly, "Mom, you have to take care of yourself. Don't always make me worry."

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