Agnes ran back to the house, but found that her grandmother was not there. After a while, her grandma returned.
"Where did you go?" she asked.
"I asked Jared to fill up the big kitchen vat with water after he finished washing the dishes," the old lady replied.
Agnes couldn't hold it in, "Grandma!"
The old lady glanced at her, "He should do more work. That's how he'll learn to cherish his wife."
Agnes stormed out, but a smirk appeared on the old lady's lips.
Once outside, Agnes indeed found Jared, hauling water at the well.
She hurried over, snatched the bucket from Jared, "It's late, come back to the room to rest."
Jared smiled, "I'm alright, Agnes. You go ahead and rest."
Standing at the doorway, the old lady had a stern look on her face.
Jared glanced at her, took the bucket back from Agnes and whispered, "Let me show off a bit in front of grandma. Don't worry, I'm not that weak."
Then he continued with his task.
Agnes stood at a distance, her heart aching.
Jared looked at Agnes, helplessly saying, "Agnes, you're making me feel incompetent. My wife isn't supposed to do heavy work, not ever."
Agnes was speechless and could only give up, but she still stayed by his side, heart aching.
She sat at the doorway, chin resting on her hands, watching Jared busy hauling water.
She thought this man, even when just hauling water, was different from others.
He always had a calm and elegant aura.
Agnes admitted, even just watching Jared hauling water, she was fascinated.
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