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.

their marriage, their house had never been without a chef. He was the kind of who never went near the kitchen.

person

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

she said,

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

from his seat and

a bottle of table salt and

her pasta and gave it

sweetness to the taste.

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

at the irony. Sugar

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got out of bed.

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

he seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague sense of foreboding began to creep into her

breath, she gently pushed his hand away. “It’s okay. I can

with that, she hurried downstairs, wearing pink bunny slippers.

reached downstairs, she detected a strong burnt smell wafting from the kitchen.

brow and followed the source of