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.

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

person

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

bit bland,” she said, trying to get out of bed.

Damien raised his hand to stop her. “Let me do

man rose from his seat and quickly made his

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

pasta and gave

sweetness to the

the small bottle of salt Damien had handed

but laugh at the irony. Sugar

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

on her arm. “I’ll go. What do

culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a

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

she hurried downstairs, wearing

Cherise reached downstairs, she detected a strong burnt smell wafting from

her brow and followed the source of