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.”

eyes

me?

privilege, had never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire

chef. He was the kind of who never

person

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

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

“Let me do

seat and quickly made his

with a bottle

some salt to her pasta and gave it a stir. However, there was

to

bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and

couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

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deep breath, she got out of bed. “I think I’ll

on her arm.

furrowed her brow. While his sudden culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly

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

she hurried downstairs, wearing

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