Chapter 651 Agnes was no fool; she generally picked up technical skills quite quickly.
But for some reason, forming the pies just didnât come naturally to her, no matter how many times Jared tried to teach her.
Of course, it didnât help matters that Jared was standing uncomfortably close to her as he tried to guide her hands.
Heâd lean up to her ear to whisper instructions, his low voice sending shivers down her spine as his lips occasionally brushed against her earlobe.
Agnesâ ears turned a bright red and she could hear nothing but the pounding of her own heart.
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Jaredâs warm hands covered her chilly ones as he patiently guided her through the motions of forming the pies.
Agnesâ hands were icy cold, but Jaredâs were warm and comforting.
It was a warmth she had missed.
She suddenly remembered a winter during college when she loved dragging Jared along on trips to the food trucks lining their campus. When her hands got cold, Jared would clasp her hand in his own and tuck it into his pocket.
It was warm.
But remembering it now, it was painful.
Those memories flooded her mind and she pushed Jared away, her voice faltering, âForget it, Iâm done. Iâll help Nana in the kitchen.â
With that, she retreated to the kitchen, leaving Jared standing alone, lost in thought.
Their son, Nocturne, sauntered over to Jared, said, âMomâs probably mourning the past, isnât she? Your plan worked pretty well.
You should use it more often.â
Jared couldnât help but chuckle, reaching out to ruffle Nocturneâs hair and saying, âYouâre quite the clever one, arenât you?â
Despite having flour smudged on his face, Nocturne didnât seem to mind, replying seriously, âBooks say that casual physical contact can promote the secretion of dopamine.â
Frowning, Jared asked, âWhat kind of books are you reading?â
âI like math, physics, and chemistry, but I also read âIntimate Relationshipsâ and âThe Chemistry of Loveâ. I have a broad range of interests.â Jared shook his head, âYou should be reading âGrimmâs Fairy Talesâ and âAesopâs Fables. You need to learn how to be a kid.â
Nocturne looked up at him, âDid you like those stories when you were a kid?â
After a moment, Jared admitted, âNo, I didnât.â
âExactly. Why should I like something you didnât?â
With that, Nocturne turned and followed his mother into the kitchen, leaving a stunned Jared in his wake.
His son...was he growing up too fast?
Before long, dinner was ready.
The four of them gathered around the small square table, digging into the delicious meat pies as the winter wind howled outside.
Frost formed on the windows, but inside it was warm and inviting, the aroma of the food filling the air.
The soup was a rich chicken broth that warmed them from the inside out.
Agnes hadnât shared a meal with Nana in far too long.
She hadnât felt the comfort and warmth of family in ages.
She found herself longing for time to slow down, to savor this moment.
Because she knew there might not be a next time.
Once she left Comfort Oasis Retirement Home, she and Jared would be worlds apart again.
But for now, they seemed to have set aside their differences, enjoying this fleeting moment of warmth and peace...
After dinner, Grandma went back to her room to sleep.
Meanwhile, Jared was in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes. 1