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.

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

person

breath, picked up her fork, and took a bite. It was

she said, trying to get out

me do it.” He double-checked,

seat and quickly

minute, he returned with a bottle of

and gave it a stir. However, there

sweetness to the

pinch from the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out to

help but laugh at the irony. Sugar again!

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deep breath, she got out of bed. “I think I’ll get the salt

out and placed a hand on her

sudden culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague sense of foreboding began to creep into her

she gently pushed his hand

she hurried downstairs, wearing pink

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

followed the source of the odor.