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?

of privilege, had never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills, as he always had cooks and helpers at

been without a chef. He was the kind of who never

person

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

a bit bland,” she

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

man rose from his seat and quickly made his way

than a minute, he returned with a bottle of table salt and handed

salt to her pasta and gave it a

sweetness to

of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out to be sweet.

couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

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

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

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

pushed his hand away. “It’s okay. I can

that, she hurried downstairs, wearing

when Cherise reached downstairs, she detected a strong burnt