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?

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

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

person

and took a bite. It was decent, though it seemed he had forgotten

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

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

from his seat and

than a minute, he returned with a bottle

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

to the taste.

salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out to be sweet.

at the irony.

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got out of bed. “I think I’ll get the

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

particularly helpful today, and a vague sense of foreboding

his hand away. “It’s okay. I can

that, she hurried downstairs, wearing pink

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