When Agnes heard her grandma's words, her heart nearly skipped a beat.
"Gran, do you even know who you're talking about?"
The youngest CEO of the Tim Group, a business genius, lord of the Whitfield family, being called a softie!
Agnes anxiously glanced at Jared.
But Jared was smiling, his voice pleasant, "Gran's right. I'll work harder."
He even looked at Agnes after speaking.
Seeing Jared's smile, Agnes felt even more on edge.
Her Granny had made her favorite seafood pasta, mushroom soup, roast chicken...
The three of them huddled around a small table.
Gran told Agnes, "Eat up. You've lost weight since the last time you were here."
Jared was still standing. Granny didn't tell him to sit, so he stayed put.
Agnes quickly said, "You should sit and eat too. My grandma's cooking is better than any restaurant's."
Jared looked at Granny, who finally said, "Let's all eat together."
Jared sat down, tasted the food, and genuinely said, "Your cooking is amazing, this is the best seafood pasta I've ever had."
Granny scoffed, "Don't butter me up."
Then she took Agnes' hand, "I made you some winter cotton shoes, come try them on."
Agnes wasn't thinking about trying on shoes. Her mind was on Jared.
Her Granny was treating Jared like a servant.
Yet Jared maintained his respect, showing no signs of anger, his voice still gentle, "Sure, I'll do it now."
Agnes was led into another room by her Granny.
Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore, "Granny, why don't you like Jared?"
While rummaging for the shoes from the cabinet, the old lady said somewhat irritated, "You're like your mom, always picking good looking but useless men. Your dad was handsome, but what about the result? Not even half a year after your mom died, he married that Laura woman."
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