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.

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

person

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

a bit bland,” she said, trying to get out of bed.

“Let me do it.” He double-checked,

and quickly

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

hurriedly added some salt to her pasta and gave it a

sweetness to

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

laugh at the irony.

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

hand on her arm. “I’ll go. What do

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

hand away. “It’s

that, she hurried downstairs, wearing

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

furrowed her brow and followed