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, âHow is it? Do you like it?â
Jared tried a bit of everything, then said candidly, âThe steak is a bit overcooked, Iâll deduct ten points. The pot roast is leaning on the saltier side, another ten off. The vegetables could be fresher so thatâs twenty off. And it tastes like you forgot the salt in the clam chowder. Thatâs another ten off.â
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 chefâlevel cooking skills.
How could she ever compare?
Agnes put down her fork, saying, âMaybe we should order takeout.â
But Jared laughed, âLetâs keep eating,â he said, looking down at his plate. âItâs prepared by my wife, so it deserves an extra hundred points.â
The way Jared said it was so natural.
It had been many years since Agnes had heard the endearing term âwifeâ. Watching Jared relish his meal, the corners of Agnesâ
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, âAm I that goodâlooking?â
Agnes grinned, âYouâre a feast for the eyes.â
Jared put down his utensils seriously, âAgnes, are you flirting with me?â
Detecting the teasing lilt in Jaredâs voice, nerves fluttered within Agnes, fearing he would mess around.
She quickly ladled a bowl of soup for Jared and handed it over, âEat this before it gets cold.â
Jared raised an eyebrow, âIâll let it slide for now.â
Just then, there was a knock at the door, Agnes rose to answer it, âIâll get it.â
She expected it to be Leo, but to her surprise, it was Valeria Thomas.
Seeing Agnes, Valeria was taken aback, âMs. Pritchard, I didnât expect to see you here.â
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 couldnât help but perceive Valeria as a threat. â
Especially considering she had sent Valeriaâs father, Berlin Thomas, to prison, where he was serving a sixâyear sentence. And just a few days ago in France, a big business deal of Valeriaâs had been thwarted by her. So Agnes wasnât sure how to interact with her.
As an enemy? It didnât seem like it. As a friend? That also seemed impossible.
Agnes smiled, âAre you here to see Jared? Come in, heâs just having lunch.â
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, âValeria? Is there something you need?â