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

out of the hospital, and it’s

hours.”

situation. “You’re right. We can’t rush this.

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

this, Ariel. We’ll

nodded, a sense of determination settling in my chest. “We will. “We

FOR DISASTER

and be there for him

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a small smile. “Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it.

course,” I told her underneath my breath.

in my mind.

my mind, but I needed to focus

for now. Dinner seemed like a good place to

made my way to the kitchen, 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 to indulge Luke in something delicious and comforting, even

moment.

freshest lobsters from the chilled display in the corner of the kitchen. I swiftly dispatched them with practiced precision, ensuring their

creamy sauce.

and 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

brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper

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 lobster filling

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

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

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

with surprise as he tried to steady

unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified and