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?

never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills, as he always

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

person

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

bland,” she said, trying to get

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

from his seat and

minute, he returned with a bottle

some salt to her pasta and gave

to the

the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out to be sweet. It was

couldn’t help but laugh

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she got out of bed. “I think

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

efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly

she gently pushed his hand away. “It’s

hurried

Cherise reached downstairs, she detected a strong burnt smell wafting

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