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?

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

their house had never been without a chef. He was the

person

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

she said, trying to get out

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

from his seat and

a minute, he returned with a bottle of

salt to her pasta and gave it a

sweetness to the taste.

pinch from the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out

at the irony. Sugar again!

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

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

While his sudden culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague sense of foreboding began to creep into her

she gently pushed his hand away.

that, she hurried downstairs, wearing pink bunny

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