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.

a chef. He was the kind of who never went

person

and took a bite. It was decent, though it seemed he had forgotten to add

it’s a bit bland,” she said, trying to

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

from his seat and quickly made his

he returned with a bottle of table salt and

her pasta and gave it a stir. However, there was

sweetness to

she took a pinch from the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out to

help but laugh at the irony.

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breath, she got out of bed. “I think I’ll

a hand on her arm. “I’ll

his sudden culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today,

she gently pushed his hand away. “It’s okay. I can handle it.”

hurried downstairs, wearing pink

Cherise reached downstairs, she detected a strong

brow and followed the source