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?

into a life of privilege, had never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills, as he always had cooks and helpers at

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

person

now… Cherise took a deep breath, picked up her fork, and took a bite. It was decent,

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

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

from his seat and quickly made his

bottle of table salt

some salt to her pasta and gave it a stir. However, there

to

of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out to

couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. Sugar

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of bed. “I think I’ll get the salt myself.”

a hand on her arm. “I’ll go.

culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful

hand away. “It’s okay. I can handle

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

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