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 decent, though

salt; it’s a bit bland,” she

do it.” He double-checked, “You want salt, right?” Cherise

from his seat and quickly made

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

added some salt to her pasta and

to

the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her,

couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

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a deep breath, she got out of bed. “I think I’ll

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

surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a

gently pushed his hand away.

that, she hurried downstairs, wearing pink bunny

a strong burnt smell wafting from the kitchen.

her brow and followed