My Blind Husband

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?

life of privilege, had never felt the need to enter the

after their marriage, their house had never been without a chef. He was the kind of who never went

person

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

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

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

from his seat and

returned with a bottle of table salt and handed

and gave it a stir. However, there

sweetness to

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

but laugh at the

1/2

out of bed. “I think

on her arm. “I’ll go. What do

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

a deep breath, she gently pushed his

hurried downstairs, wearing pink bunny

Cherise reached downstairs, she detected a strong burnt smell wafting