Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 34

**Chapter 34: The Perfect Husband**

Sylvara approached Agares, her movements fluid and purposeful. She crouched down beside him, her fingers brushing over the rich, dark soil. “This earth is perfect for planting,” she declared, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes. “Once we get this grapevine in, we can top it off nicely.”

With careful precision, she placed the root ball of the small grapevine into the container. Its branches hung low, adorned with four exquisite clusters of fruit that shimmered like gems in the sunlight. Sylvara turned to Agares, her expression earnest. “Alright, now you can add the soil.”

Agares paused, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. A plant like this—both the variety and the fruit—was entirely foreign to him. He dug his combat knife into the earth, scooping up more dirt, curiosity gnawing at him. “What kind of plant is this?” he inquired, his brow furrowed in thought.

Sylvara steadied the grapevine with one hand, her other hand reaching out to pluck a grape from the cluster. “A Level-7 Grower informed me that this is a type of grape from ancient Earth, long before the apocalypse. They call it Sapphire Goldfinger Grapes.” She held the grape up, the deep purple hue catching the light, its bluish sheen reminiscent of a lady’s delicate fingertip. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Agares found himself staring at the grape she held near his lips, his mouth parting slightly in anticipation. “It really does look like a fingertip,” he admitted, the sweet aroma wafting towards him.

Yet, he didn’t take a bite. Sylvara blinked in surprise, her hand hovering before him. She was ready to feed him, but he remained unmoving.

Fine, if he didn’t want it, she’d savor it herself.

With a playful smirk, she popped the grape into her mouth, relishing the sweetness. “Mm, it’s delightful! Now, add a little more soil, and make sure the roots are completely covered,” she instructed, her tone light yet firm.

Agares dropped his gaze back to the task at hand, hastily digging until the grapevine was securely planted.

“What’s this one?” he asked, glancing at the next plant Sylvara was preparing to introduce. It bore a striking resemblance to the first, but instead of four clusters, it boasted five.

Sylvara’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “Another type of grape! The last one was Sapphire Goldfinger, but this one is called Red Ice Beauty. Its grapes are oval-shaped, a vibrant red with hints of purple. The darker the purple, the sweeter they become. Here, give it a try.”

She selected a single red grape, holding it up to his mouth once more, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Agares hesitated, his mind racing. After all, the girl in front of him was the wife of one of his subordinates. If he allowed her to feed him, how would that distinguish him from that other man who had tried to meddle in his subordinate’s marriage?

“No need. I’ll try it later when we’re back,” he replied, hastening his digging, a sense of urgency filling him.

Sylvara pouted, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Was her bargain-bin husband truly so dense? It was just a single grape! Did he really need to be so cold and distant over something so trivial?

Whatever. More for her, she thought defiantly.

With a swift motion, she tossed the grape into her mouth, chewing it vigorously as if she were biting into her bargain-bin husband himself, savoring every moment. Let’s see how cold you are now, hmm?

Agares turned his attention to the last plant she had brought over. “Is this one a grape too?” he asked, eyeing the plant that stood nearly half the length of his leg, its golden-yellow fruit gleaming with slightly textured skin—nothing he recognized.

“Nope. This one’s a lemon,” Sylvara replied, her tone dripping with a hint of sass. “You can’t eat it raw. You need to slice it up and soak it in honey water or just drop it in plain water. That’s how it’s meant to be used.”

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