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?

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

chef. He was the

person

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

bit bland,” she said, trying to get out of

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

rose from his seat and quickly made his way

returned with a bottle of table salt

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

to the

from the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her,

help but laugh at the irony. Sugar

1/2

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

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

efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and

a deep breath, she gently pushed his hand away. “It’s okay. I

she hurried downstairs, wearing pink bunny

detected a strong burnt

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255