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 widened in disbelief. He…

me?

the kitchen, let alone acquire

a chef. He was the kind of who never went near

person

a bite. It was decent, though it seemed he had

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

Damien raised his hand to stop her. “Let me

seat and

returned with a bottle of table

some salt to her pasta and

sweetness to the

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

couldn’t help but laugh at the

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got out of bed. “I

a hand on her arm. “I’ll go.

surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague sense

pushed his hand

with that, she hurried

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