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.”

in stunned silence. Her eyes widened in

me?

need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills, as he always had cooks and helpers at his

a chef. He was the kind of who

person

a deep breath, picked up her fork, and took a bite.

get some salt; it’s a bit bland,” she

Damien raised his hand to stop her. “Let me do it.”

seat and quickly

he returned with a bottle of table salt

her pasta and gave it a stir.

to

bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned

help but laugh at the irony.

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out of bed. “I think I’ll

on her arm. “I’ll go. What

his sudden culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague

breath, she gently pushed his hand

she hurried

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