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

I began, meeting her gaze with a somber expression.

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

hours.”

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

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

placing a reassuring hand on my arm. “We’ll get through this, Ariel. We’ll find a way to help Luke

settling in my chest. “We will. “We just need to take it one step

FOR DISASTER

him every step of the way.”

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

I told her underneath

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

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

seemed like

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.

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 shells, setting

creamy sauce.

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 to prevent any

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

mixture until they were brimming with decadence. I sprinkled a generous amount of grated Gruyère cheese over

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, I had created something beautiful and comforting for Luke to enjoy. And perhaps, by preparing

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

grand entrance, I collided headfirst with Luke, sending the tray flying

Luke’exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise as he

in disbelief at the disaster unfolding before