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.”

stunned silence. Her eyes widened in disbelief. He…

me?

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

a chef.

person

took a bite. It

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

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

from his seat and quickly

minute, he returned with a bottle of table salt and handed it

and gave it a stir. However, there

sweetness to the

the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it,

help but laugh at the

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out of bed. “I

on her

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

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

that, she hurried

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