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?

life of privilege, had never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills,

chef. He was the kind of who

person

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

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

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

seat and quickly made

a bottle of table salt and handed it to her.

her pasta and gave it a stir. However, there was an

sweetness to

pinch from the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her,

couldn’t help but laugh at the

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deep breath, she got out of bed.

placed a hand on her arm. “I’ll go. What do

efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague sense of foreboding began to

deep breath, she gently pushed his hand away. “It’s okay. I

with that, she hurried downstairs, wearing pink bunny slippers.

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