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?

to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills, as he always had cooks and

without a chef. He was the kind of who never went near

person

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

she said, trying to get out of

her. “Let me do it.” He double-checked, “You want salt, right?” Cherise nodded.

from his seat and quickly made his way

than a minute, he returned with a bottle of table salt and

to her pasta and gave it a stir.

to the

salt Damien had handed her, and it, too,

couldn’t help but laugh at

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bed.

on her arm. “I’ll go.

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

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

she hurried downstairs,

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