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.

without a chef. He was the kind of who never went near the kitchen.

person

took a bite. It was decent, though it seemed he

salt; it’s a bit bland,” she

“Let me do it.”

rose from his seat and quickly made his way

a minute, he returned with a bottle of table salt and handed it to her.

pasta and gave it

sweetness to the

bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it,

help but laugh at the irony.

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bed. “I think I’ll get the salt myself.”

hand on her arm. “I’ll go.

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

pushed his hand away.

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

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

her brow and followed the source of the