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

began, meeting her gaze with a somber expression. “We’ll have to tell Luke everything

the hospital, and it’s best we don’t

hours.”

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

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

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

a sense of determination settling in my chest. “We will. “We just need to take it one step at

FOR

for him every step of the

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a small smile. “Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And you don’t have to worry about anything; nothing

her underneath my

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

on my mind, but I needed to focus on

for now. Dinner seemed like a good place

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 to indulge Luke

moment.

dispatched them with practiced precision, ensuring their demise was as humane as possible. Then, I expertly removed the succulent meat from their shells, setting it aside

creamy sauce.

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

the sauce simmered and thickened, 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 morsel in

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 lobster filling was heated

of 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.

of Lobster Thermidor, feeling quite proud of myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s room with all the grace of a waiter at a Michelin–starred

collided headfirst with Luke, sending the tray flying and the Lobster Thermidor cascading

there,” Luke’exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise as he tried to steady both of

in disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal