Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1223

Jenny's cooking skills were indeed exceptional. She skillfully tossed ingredients into the pot, quickly turning out several comforting dishes that were simple yet carried a touch of a chef's expertise. Once finished, she carried the dishes to the dining table, transforming it into a spread worthy of a Thanksgiving feast. Agnes followed her into the dining room, though her contributions were more in spirit than in actual help. Soon, the table was laden with food, but Jenny wasn't done yet; she was simmering a soup that filled the kitchen with a warm, inviting aroma.

Watching Jenny bustling around the kitchen, Agnes felt a wave of nostalgia mixed with something else—perhaps regret. If only she hadn't harbored those feelings back then, hadn't made those choices. She could have found a good man on her own merits, built a happy life. When Jenny turned around, apron off, she caught Agnes's intense gaze.

Jenny chuckled, flipping her hair back. "Thinking I'm some catch, huh? The kind who can charm a dinner party and rule the kitchen? Guess snagging me would be hitting the jackpot." It was said in jest, but there was truth beneath the humor. Agnes remembered their summer camp days, the camaraderie, the shared meals. She never liked cooking, but Jenny... Jenny had always been eager, almost competitive. Back then, Agnes had meant it when she said that Jenny was a prize, a true partner in life.

A bitter smile crept onto Agnes's face. "I bet you turned down all those suitors back in the day. None of them were good enough for you." Jenny nodded. "True, there were many, but they were all spoiled rich kids, not my type at all."

Then, something occurred to Agnes. "Jenny, there's something I've always wanted to ask you. Elton was the epitome of those spoiled rich kids. Why him? Was it because he was mine, and you had to have what was mine?"