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.”

herself in stunned silence. Her eyes widened in disbelief. He… actually

me?

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

had never been without a chef. He was the kind of who never went

person

a

it’s a bit bland,” she said, trying to get out of

to stop her. “Let me do it.” He

his seat and quickly made

less than a minute, he returned with a bottle of table salt

hurriedly added some salt to her pasta and gave it a stir. However,

to

Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out to be

laugh at the irony. Sugar

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she got out of bed. “I think I’ll get the

hand on her arm. “I’ll go. What do

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

gently pushed his

she hurried downstairs, wearing pink bunny

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