Dark Secrets of the 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?

Damien, having been born into a life of privilege, had never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills, as he always had cooks and helpers at his disposal.

without a chef. He was the kind of who never went near the kitchen.

person

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

it’s a bit bland,” she said, trying to get out of bed.

me do

from his seat and quickly made his way

a bottle of table

and

to the

small bottle of salt Damien had handed

but laugh at the irony. Sugar again!

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bed. “I think I’ll get the

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

furrowed her brow. While his sudden culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague sense of foreboding began to creep into her

hand away. “It’s

with that, she hurried downstairs, wearing

a strong burnt smell wafting from the kitchen.

followed the source of the odor.