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

me?

never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills, as he always had cooks and

house had never been without a chef. He was

person

her fork, and took a bite. It

bland,” she

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

his seat

he returned with a bottle of table salt and

and gave it

sweetness to

of salt Damien had handed

couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

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breath, she got out of bed. “I think

reached out and placed a hand on her arm. “I’ll go. What

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

pushed his hand away. “It’s okay. I can

she hurried downstairs, wearing pink

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