Chapter 734 Jared was momentarily taken aback by Agnesâ words. There was some light flickering in his eyes when looking at Agnes, but finally, his gaze turned determined. He lowered his gaze, his focus still on Nocturne.
âIâd rather not, Jared began, âI donât need a little sweetheart anymore. Having you as my only sweetheart is enough.â
This response wasnât typical of Jared, leaving Agnes slightly surprised. She thought Jared would be thrilled.
Jared continued, âAgnes, I know giving birth is a tough ordeal. When I think about you alone in a foreign place, risking your life to bring a child into the world, my heart clenches. I canât bear to imagine the scene, and I donât want you to go through that again.â
Agnes found herself moved by Jaredâs words. That night four years ago was indeed a close call. If Kearney hadnât arrived in time to rush her to the hospital, she couldnât imagine what might have happened. Sheâd always felt like she owed Kearney her life.
âMoreover, Jared went on, âNocturneâs illness. Iâm determined to cure him. Heâs exceptionally talented, but he canât see the sunrise or the stars. Itâs such a shame.â
Jaredâs words touched Agnes deeply. Nocturneâs illness was a constant worry for her. She yearned for Nocturne to live like any other child, even if he wasnt a prodigy or particularly bright âDonât worry, Agnes reassured, âNocturne will get better. He has to.â
Finally, Agnes pulled up to Maplewood Manor This wasnât her first time visiting since returning home. But her previous visits had been secretive and ended in arguments with Jared when he found her there This house once belonged to both of them, and she had not yet had a chance to properly visit.
Maplewood Manor was unchanged, its decor identical to what it was four years ago.
Standing in the foyer, Agnes could almost see her past self, always leaving a light on for Jared no matter how late it was She revisited every corner of the house. The fridge was surprisingly full of fresh fruits and vegetables Jared had a habit of always keeping the fridge stocked, a habit he developed during their time living together because she would often crave a lateânight spack, like scrambled eggs.
Even after she left, and despite Jaredâs infrequent visits to Maplewood Manor, heâd always stop by the grocery store to fill the fridge with fresh produce Jared took Nocturne to the childrenâs room. This room was reserved for a child when Jared first renovated Maplewood Manor For such a long time, it remained unoccupied. But it was always spotless, with fresh sheets and the latest toys. Now, it finally served its purpose.
However, Jared had one miscalculation. Nocturne wasnât interested in typical childrenâs toys Agnes came over and hugged Jared from behind when he was staring blankly at a wall âWhat are you thinking about? Agnes asked, resting her head against his back.
Jared pointed at the wall in front of him, âIâm thinking of building a large bookshelf that reaches the ceiling here. Since Nocturne loves reading, Iâll make a bookshelf for him. When he gets a bit older, Iâll empty out the wine cellar and turn it into a libraryâ
Agnes chuckled. âMr Whitfield, be reasonable Youâll spoil the child with your indulgenceâ
âSpoil him then,â Jared responded, âRight now, all I want is to give him the best the world has to offer