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.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. He…

me?

a life of privilege, had never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills, as he always had

had never been without a chef. He was the

person

a bite. It was

salt; it’s a bit bland,” she said, trying to get

“Let me do

man rose from his seat and quickly made his

less than a minute, he returned with a bottle of table salt and handed it to

hurriedly added some salt to her pasta and gave it a

to

bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it,

couldn’t help but laugh

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out of bed. “I think I’ll get the

a hand on her arm. “I’ll go.

seemed particularly helpful today, and a

breath, she gently pushed his hand away.

she hurried downstairs,

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