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. “We’ll have to tell Luke

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

hours.”

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

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

my arm. “We’ll get through this, Ariel. We’ll find a way to help Luke remember

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

FOR

there for him every step of the

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

course,” I told her underneath

her words were echoing in my mind. I took

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

seemed like a good place to

a dish fit for royalty: lobster thermidor. It was a decadent choice, but I wanted to indulge Luke in

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

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 the mixture had thickened to my satisfaction, I slowly poured in heavy cream, whisking vigorously to

of cayenne pepper for a subtle kick. Then, I folded the tender lobster meat into chunks, coating

turned 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 and bubbly and the lobster

of buttery lobster and melted 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

tray of Lobster Thermidor, feeling quite proud of myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal,

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

as he tried to steady both of

disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified