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 presence?”

JCelin

a somber expression. “We’ll have to tell

of the hospital, and

hours.”

We can’t rush this.

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

get through this, Ariel. We’ll find a way to

sense of determination settling in my chest. “We will. “We just

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

him

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make sure of it. And you don’t

her underneath my

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

condition weighed heavily on my mind, but I needed to focus on something tangible, something

for now. Dinner seemed like a good

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 to indulge Luke in something delicious and

moment.

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 shells, setting it aside

creamy sauce.

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

splash of brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle kick. Then, I folded the tender

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

sense 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. And perhaps, by preparing a meal, I had found a small semblance of control in an otherwise chaotic situation.

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

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

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

before me, feeling equal parts mortified and amused.