Jared was soothed by Agnesâs gentle call of âhoneyâ.
Now, she called him that more naturally.
Jared took a bite of a roasted potato.
The well-roasted potato was fragrant, sweet, and soft, melting on his tongue as soon as he bit into it. It suddenly reminded Jared of his first kiss with Agnes. That kiss was just as sweet He turned his head to look at Agnes, who was looking at him expectantly.
She asked, âHow is it, how does it taste, is it sweet?â
Jared replied, âNot bad, it tastes like you.â
Agnes frowned, âThatâs a weird comparison.â
But then she turned her face away and busied herself with the com in the fire.
She probably didnât think that Jared was thinking about something while eating a potato.
As Agnes gnawed on the com, she told stories from her childhood, âI loved staying at my grandmaâs house when I was little, because there were all sorts of foods that you couldnât get in the city. In the summer there were berries, in the winter there were potatoes. Once, I followed the neighborhood kids to raid a beehive and ended up in the hospital because of the bee stings.
Another time, I fed all the corn that my grandma was saving for seeds to the sheep, and she chased me around the yard with a broom,â
Remembering the embarrassing past, Agnes started to laugh.
But Jared was completely absorbed, his eyes full of adoration.
âI canât believe you were such a troublemaker when you were little.â
Agnes was indeed a troublemaker as a child, not liking to follow rules, climbing trees and catching fish with the boys. Although she was the youngest, she always followed behind.
However, since her mother passed away, she hasnât played like she used to.
Agnes sighed, âI really miss being a kid, if only we didnât have to grow up and have so many troubles.â
Agnes seemed to remember something and lightly kicked the fire with her shoe âMs. Pritchard, you married the best man in the world, what troubles could you possibly have?â
Agnes turned around and glared at Jared, âDo you know how annoying it is when youâre being so narcissistic?â
âReally? I thought it would be charming.â
This man was beyond repairing from his narcissism However, Jaredâs face in the dark night seemed even brighter than the stars.
His features were perfect, without any flaws, the curve of his chin looked as if it had been carved by a knife, the laughter in his eyes was different from his usual seriousness, a bit mischievous, making hearts race, He had just taken a shower, his hair was still slightly damp, but his face looked incredibly handsome.
He had every right to be narcissistic Looking at him, Agnes mysteriously started to feel âjealousâ, and she suddenly smeared his face with her hand.
Her hand was covered with the charcoal ash from the roasted potato, and several black marks immediately appeared on Jaredâs face.
Agnes suddenly burst into laughter, pointing at Jaredâs face and saying, âYou look like a tabby cat, Jared youâre a tabby catâ
However, Jaredâs expression suddenly turned serious.
Agnes felt a little nervous.
He was a clean freak, and he had just taken a shower Would he be mad at her for teasing him like this?
However, the next second, Jared held Agnesâs face and kissed her deeply....