Chapter 672

In the end, I couldn't say no to Joanna and had to agree. I sat with her for a while longer until she finished her peppermint tea, then gently urged her to go back to bed. The night passed quietly. Early the following day, Flynn called to ask when I would arrive at the office. Quite a few things required my personal approval, and he didn't want to make any decisions on his own. After getting dressed, I stepped out of the guest room to find that Joanna was already up. I heard sounds from the kitchen. She was busy making breakfast. We had gone out for breakfast once before, but after that, she decided restaurant food was too greasy and unhygienic—not to mention a waste of money. She had always been the thrifty, practical type, so naturally, she preferred to cook at home. I had no objections. I wasn't the kind of man who thought one would have to spend money to be happy, and since we weren't in a rush, there was no reason to scramble. Breakfast was simple but well-prepared—chicken