The taste was surely not on par with a restaurant's or the maid's cooking, but it was still quite good.
There weren't many women like Rosa who could cook dishes like that so well in this day and age. And she could make quite many different styles of food.
Besides, Skylar probably didn't know how to cook at all. So, she didn't even qualify to compete with her.
When Joe finished eating, Rosa noticed that the dishes he had praised seemed barely touched as she cleaned the table. It was as if he had only taken a bite and sampled the rest.
Then, she glanced at Joe, who was already seated on the couch.
Did he praise it just out of courtesy? Was he actually still unsatisfied with her cooking? She had put so much effort into this—what more could he want?
"Ned," she couldn't help but call out.
Joe looked up, turning to face Rosa. "Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing. I just missed you," Rosa replied, swallowing down her questions about who Joe might have been with today.
She would ask his assistant later.
Rosa left the apartment half an hour later. Once she was in the car, she instantly called Calvin. "I want to know if Mr. Sowle was on a date with a woman today. Who was it?"
Calvin was momentarily stunned. He was caught off guard by Rosa's straightforward question. "Mr. Sowle wasn't on any date. He returned from a business trip today and has been on the road since."
"Really?" Rosa was skeptical.
If Joe wasn't with a woman, then where did that scent come from?
"Yes, his schedule has been packed these past few days," Calvin said firmly.
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