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?

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

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

person

took a

she said, trying to get out of bed.

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

from his seat and quickly

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

hurriedly added some salt to her pasta and

sweetness to the

salt Damien had handed her, and

laugh at

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bed. “I think I’ll get the

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

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

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

that, she hurried downstairs, wearing pink

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