Joanna, hindered by the room door: "..."
She let out a light sigh.
Forget it, since he seems so confident, like he has everything under control, he must have prepared in advance.
She should have some faith in him.
For now... believe that he can do it.
Joanna's expectations for Ashton Heath aren't high, nor does she expect him to have any natural talent in culinary skills, and be able to cook a table full of delicious dishes.
Her requirements are quite low—just something edible.
As long as it's not too hard to swallow, she thinks it's okay.
He doesn't want her to help, so she's happy to take it easy.
*
Joanna turned and went back to the living room, glanced at the coffee table, and indeed saw a pile of various snacks on it.
All of them were her favorites.
She opened a bag of nuts, crossed her legs on the couch, took out her phone, and sent a message to Aria Rowlett on Twitter: Aria, what are you doing?
