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?

the need to enter the kitchen,

never been without a chef. He

person

Cherise took a deep breath, picked up her fork, and took a bite. It was decent, though

some salt; it’s a bit bland,” she

“Let me do it.”

rose from his seat

with a bottle of

some salt to her pasta and

to the

a pinch from the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and

couldn’t help but laugh at

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

a hand on her

seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague sense of foreboding began to creep into her

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

with that, she hurried downstairs, wearing pink

downstairs, she detected a strong burnt smell wafting from the

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