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.”

my presence?”

JCelin

a somber expression. “We’ll have to tell

of the hospital, and it’s best we don’t

hours.”

weight of the situation. “You’re right. We can’t rush this. We need to give

for her understanding. “Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll just have to keep up the facade

get through this,

will. “We just

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

him every step of the way.”

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small smile. “Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And you don’t have to worry about anything;

course,” I told her

in my mind. I took a deep breath, steeling

I needed to focus on something tangible, something

Dinner seemed like a good place to start.

a spacious and elegantly designed room filled with high–end appliances and gleaming countertops. Tonight, I decided to prepare a dish fit for royalty: lobster thermidor. It was a decadent choice, but I wanted

moment.

chilled display in the corner of the kitchen. I swiftly dispatched them with practiced precision, ensuring their demise was

creamy sauce.

finely chopped shallots, allowing them to soften and 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 satisfaction, I slowly poured in heavy

I seasoned it with a dash of Dijon mustard, a splash of brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle kick. Then, I folded the tender lobster meat into chunks, coating each

filling prepared, I turned my attention to the lobster shells, carefully stuffing them with the creamy lobster mixture until they were brimming with decadence. I sprinkled a generous amount of grated Gruyère cheese over the top of each shell, then placed them under the broiler until the cheese was golden and bubbly and the

satisfaction wash over me. Despite the uncertainty and challenges ahead, for this brief moment, I had created something beautiful and comforting for Luke to enjoy. And perhaps, by preparing a

feeling quite proud of myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and then I strutted

about to announce my grand entrance, I collided headfirst with Luke, sending the tray flying and the Lobster Thermidor cascading to

wide with surprise as

disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me,