Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 407

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.”

Cherise found herself in stunned silence. Her eyes widened in disbelief. He… actually cooked for

me?

the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking

their marriage, their house had never been without a chef. He

person

Cherise took a deep breath, picked up her fork, and took a bite.

some 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 salt, right?”

his seat and quickly made

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

to her pasta and gave it a stir.

to

pinch from the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out to be sweet. It was

at the irony. Sugar

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out of bed. “I think I’ll get

hand on her arm. “I’ll go.

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

pushed his hand away.

downstairs, wearing

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