Chapter 407 Table Salt

In Cherise’s memory, every detail from the previous day played out like a vivid scene. She couldn’t help but blush, her face resembling a blazing crimson sunset, yet she nodded with a sweet smile and said, “I could use a little something to eat.”

“I’ll make some pasta for you,” the man offered.

He responded with a warm smile and gracefully made room for her. On the bedside table behind. him sat a plate of bolognese meatball pasta.

Cherise gazed at the dish and then back at Damien. “Did you… make this?”

It was evident that this was his first attempt at preparing a meal for her.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

A sheepish chuckle escaped him. “I gave it a try; it might not be as good as your cooking, but it’s

edible.”

eyes

me?

a life of privilege, had never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire

been without a chef. He was the kind

person

picked up her fork, and took a bite. It was decent, though it seemed

bland,” she said,

stop her. “Let me do

his seat and quickly made his

returned with a bottle of table salt

pasta and gave it a

to

Damien had handed her, and

but laugh at the irony.

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out of bed.

out and placed a hand on her arm.

his sudden culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague sense of foreboding began to creep

gently pushed his hand

hurried downstairs,

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