Marrying the Man in the Dark

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.

person

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

get some salt; it’s a bit bland,” she said, trying to

hand to stop her. “Let me do

seat and quickly made his

less than a minute, he returned with a bottle of

pasta and gave it a stir. However, there was

to the taste.

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

laugh at the

1/2

she got out of bed.

a hand on her

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

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

that, she hurried downstairs, wearing

downstairs, she detected a strong burnt smell

brow and followed the source of the odor.