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?

enter the

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

person

Cherise took a deep breath, picked up her fork, and took a bite. It was decent, though it seemed he had forgotten to add

a bit bland,” she said,

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

his seat and quickly made his way

bottle of table salt and handed

pasta and gave it a stir. However, there

to the taste.

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

couldn’t help but laugh at

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she got out of bed.

on her arm. “I’ll go. What do you need?”

helpful today, and a vague sense of foreboding began to

pushed his hand

hurried downstairs, wearing pink bunny

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