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

with a somber expression. “We’ll have to tell Luke

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

hours.”

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

sigh of relief, grateful for her understanding. “Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll just have to keep up the facade and support him as best we

arm. “We’ll get through this, Ariel. We’ll find a way to help Luke remember without overwhelming

chest. “We will. “We just need

RECIPE FOR

there for him every step of the

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of it. And you don’t have

I told her underneath my breath.

shoulder before walking away, and her words were echoing in my mind.

my mind, but I

seemed like

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

moment.

freshest lobsters from the chilled display in the corner of the kitchen. I swiftly dispatched them with practiced precision, ensuring their demise was as humane as possible. Then, I expertly removed the succulent meat from their

creamy sauce.

added 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 cream, whisking vigorously

I seasoned it with a dash of Dijon mustard, a splash of brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle kick.

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

aroma of buttery lobster and melted cheese filled the air, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. Despite the uncertainty and challenges ahead, for this brief moment,

such a fancy meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s

was about to announce my grand entrance, I collided headfirst with Luke, sending the tray

as he tried to steady both of us through

in disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me, feeling