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 at

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

person

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

a bit bland,” she said, trying to get out of bed.

do it.” He double-checked, “You

seat and

returned with a bottle of table salt and

her pasta and gave it a stir. However, there was

sweetness to the taste.

she took a pinch from the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out to be sweet. It was

laugh at the irony. Sugar again!

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of bed. “I think I’ll get

on her arm. “I’ll go.

her brow. While his sudden culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and

his hand away. “It’s okay.

she hurried downstairs, wearing pink

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