My Blind Husband

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?

a life of privilege, had never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills, as he always had cooks and

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

person

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

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

raised his hand to stop her. “Let me do it.”

man rose from his seat

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

some salt to her pasta and gave it a

sweetness to the

of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too,

couldn’t help but laugh at the

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deep breath, she got out of bed.

and placed a hand on

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

his

with that, she hurried downstairs,

downstairs, she detected a strong burnt smell wafting from the

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