It seemed like Agnes's grandma was already fallen asleep.
Not a speck of light was in the yard, but tonight's moonlight was exceptionally bright.
After getting out of the car, Agnes headed for the front door.
It was a modest bungalow with a small building on either side, one looked like a kitchen, chimneys gave it away, the other resembled a sheep pen, a few sheep were inside, snoozing away.
Jared also got out of the car, standing in the yard, taking a gander around.
After a while, the door swung open.
Agnes’ grandma, donning a coat, stood at the doorway. Seeing Agnes, she cried out excitedly, "Agnes, you're back?"
"Grandma, I missed you," Agnes hugged her right away.
The old lady's face was lit up with joy, "I missed you too."
At this point, Jared walked over.
Agnes quickly introduced him, "Grandma, I'm hitched now. This is my husband, Jared. We haven't tied the knot yet. I wanted to bring him to meet you first."
The old lady turned her gaze to Jared.
Jared respectfully greeted, "Hello, Grandma. I'm Jared."
The old lady gave him the once-over, but seemed rather unpleased, "Oh. Come in."
Grandma's sudden displeasure caught Jared off guard.
Agnes didn't expect her Grandma to be unhappy with Jared at first sight.
Jared's face always exuded an air of nobility, as if he was untouchable.
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