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

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

and it’s best we don’t stress

hours.”

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

in the meantime, we’ll just have to keep up the facade and support him as best we can.”

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

“We will. “We just need to

FOR

be there for him every

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sure of it. And

course,” I told her underneath

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

but I needed to

for now. Dinner seemed like

Tonight, I decided to prepare a dish fit for royalty: lobster thermidor. It was a decadent choice,

moment.

corner of the kitchen. I swiftly dispatched them with practiced precision, ensuring their demise was as humane as possible.

creamy sauce.

to soften and release their fragrant aroma. Next, I sprinkled in a generous amount of flour, stirring constantly to form a smooth

brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle

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

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

Thermidor, feeling quite proud of myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s

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

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

the disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified and