Taste of Regret

"Yes, Mr. Croft."

Stella quickly left to get the exhaust fans.

Downstairs, Desmond wore a simple white robe and went to check the fridge. There were indeed a few simple dishes waiting, but he could tell at once that Cecelia hadn't prepared them.

He remembered how Cecelia used to make all kinds of creative dishes for him when she stayed at the Croft residence. She was worried he might lose his appe