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?

into a life of privilege, had never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let

without a chef. He was the kind of who

person

deep breath, picked up her fork, and took a bite.

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

stop her. “Let me

from his seat and quickly

a bottle of table salt and

hurriedly added some salt to her pasta and gave it a stir. However, there

sweetness to

had handed

couldn’t help but laugh

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got out of bed. “I think I’ll get the salt

hand on her arm. “I’ll go.

culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague sense of

his hand away.

that, she hurried downstairs, wearing

when Cherise reached downstairs, she detected a strong burnt smell wafting from

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