Imprisoned While Pregnant, She's Back for Payback novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 The Farmers‘ Market

Tess hesitated, but remembering she also needed to cook, she nodded. “Alright.”

She smiled and gently teased Layla, who was quietly drinking her milk.

Before long, the two of them were walking through the farmers‘ market.

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The vendors‘ shouts mixed with the comforting scent of fresh bread and pastries wafting from nearby stalls, filling the air with a cozy, homey charm.

Layla stared wide–eyed, her mouth slightly open in wonder.

Tess hadn’t expected such a lively street in what seemed like a remote suburb.

Charles noticed the surprise in her eyes and chuckled. “This area’s near the university district. A lot of students rent here. And even though it’s out of the way, the transport’s great. Plenty of young professionals from Aetheris settle here and take the subway into work.”

Tess nodded, now understanding.

They stopped by a vegetable stall.

“Do you like tomatoes, Tess?”

Charles picked up two and playfully waved them in front of her.

Her eyes lit up, and she nodded.

She was a picky eater–no spinach, no bell peppers, no garlic, no onions, no celery.

Back when she lived with her grandmother, the old woman would tug her ear and scold her with a laugh for being such a picky little thing.

She’d storm off in a huff, and minutes later, her grandma would walk out of the kitchen with a plate made from fresh tomatoes–sweet and tangy–and she’d clean the whole plate.

But during that year and a half in prison, she learned to swallow whatever was given, without a word.

Picky eating belonged to the pampered Tess–not the convicted woman she’d become.

Staring at the two plump, red tomatoes in Charles’s hands, her eyes suddenly went red.

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Chapter 32 The Farmers‘ Market

Charles froze for a second, then fumbled to find a tissue, silently panicking–Did I say something wrong?

“I’m fine.”

Tess sniffled and forced a dry smile.

He paused mid–search, a little stiff. “Really?”

His dumbstruck expression made Tess let out a soft laugh.

Only then did Charles finally relax, patting his chest. “You scared me.”

“My grandma used to make all kinds of tomato dishes,” Tess suddenly said, eyes fixed somewhere in the air, as if her grandmother stood right in front of her.

Her voice was soft and dazed–like it could vanish with the wind.

So she’s remembering her grandma.

No one could ever replicate Grandma’s cooking.

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