The Love From Vengeance

395: RECIPE FOR DISASTER

ARIEL’S POV

“Luke lost his memory,” I brought out to Celine.

“What? How?” She blurted promptly.

“We had an accident, remember? And it turns out that shit went ahead to mess with his brain.”

“Oh my god, that is terrible.”

“I know,” I stated, shaking my head. “Right now, we can’t put him through any stress. That’s why I quickly took him to his room. I knew something terrible was going to happen. You know, he’s going to start feeling some pain, and I don’t want anything like that to start happening.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” She cut me off.

“Yeah, I know you do,” I muttered in annoyance

“So, what do we do now?”

“We’ll just have to compose ourselves. We can’t afford to let anything bad happen to Luke,” I told her.

Celine nodded, her expression softening with concern. “Right. We need to be there for him, no matter

what.”

“And we need to figure out how to handle this situation delicately. We have to be really careful.”

Celine nodded, her brow furrowed with worry. “I just really need to ask: how do we help Luke remember without causing him more pain?”

“That’s the crucial question,” I whispered, my mind buzzing with potential solutions. “For now, let’s focus on keeping him calm and comfortable. We’ll figure out the rest as we go. But just the happy moments,

please.”

about my

JCelin

her gaze with a somber expression.

out of the hospital, and it’s best we don’t stress him for

hours.”

her eyes reflecting the weight of the situation. “You’re right. We can’t rush this.

of relief, grateful for her understanding. “Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll just have to

out, placing a reassuring hand on my arm. “We’ll get through this, Ariel. We’ll

my chest. “We will. “We just need to take it one step at a

FOR

there for him every step

2/3

of it. And you don’t have

course,” I told her underneath my breath.

her words were echoing in my mind. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the

mind, but I needed to focus on something

now. Dinner seemed like

Tonight, I decided to prepare a dish fit for royalty: lobster thermidor. It was a decadent choice, but I wanted to indulge Luke

moment.

dispatched them with practiced precision, ensuring their demise was as humane as possible. Then, I expertly removed the succulent

creamy sauce.

release their fragrant aroma. Next, I sprinkled in a generous amount of flour, stirring constantly to form a smooth roux. Once the mixture had thickened to my

thickened, I seasoned it with a dash of Dijon mustard, a splash of brandy and a pinch of

sprinkled a generous amount of grated Gruyère cheese over

me. Despite the uncertainty and challenges ahead, for this brief moment, I had created something beautiful and comforting for Luke to enjoy.

of Lobster Thermidor, feeling quite proud of myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and

Luke, sending the tray flying and the Lobster Thermidor cascading to the floor in a

it there,” Luke’exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise as he

blinked in disbelief at the disaster unfolding before