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.

marriage, their house had never been without a chef.

person

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

she said, trying to get

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

rose from his seat and quickly made

with a bottle of

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

sweetness to the

Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out

laugh at the

1/2

a deep breath, she got out of bed. “I

hand on her arm. “I’ll go. What

were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a

his hand away. “It’s

hurried downstairs,

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

brow and followed the source