Joseph frowned. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." Yolanda's tone was gentler than ever with Joseph, leaving him visibly stunned.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he couldn't help wondering if she had taken something wrong.
Nevertheless, her newfound warmth lingered into the next morning as she took charge of the kitchen for the first time since moving into his villa.
Joseph sat at the dining table, surveying the carefully prepared breakfast. "Okay, what do you want?" He cut to the chase.
Yolanda offered a pleasing smile. "Just try it. How do you like it?"
She even warmed some milk for him considerately.
Joseph sampled the fried egg she had cooked, chewing thoughtfully before giving his remark. "I'd say quite ordinary. Not as good as what Helen makes."
Yolanda resisted the urge to roll her
