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

me?

to enter the kitchen, let

their house had never been without a chef.

person

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

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

his hand to stop her. “Let me do it.” He double-checked, “You want salt,

his seat and quickly made

with a bottle of table salt and handed it

to her pasta and gave it a stir.

sweetness to the

pinch from the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her,

help but laugh at the irony.

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deep breath, she got out of bed. “I

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 sense of foreboding began

deep breath, she gently pushed his

hurried downstairs, wearing pink

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