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

JCelin

began, meeting her gaze with a somber expression. “We’ll have to tell Luke

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

hours.”

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

of relief, grateful for her understanding. “Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll

get through this, Ariel. We’ll find a way to help Luke remember without

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

RECIPE FOR

and be there for him

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“Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And you don’t have to worry about anything; nothing

I told her underneath my

patted my shoulder before walking away, and her words were echoing in my

mind, but I needed to

like a good place to start.

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

moment.

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

creamy sauce.

a generous amount of flour,

seasoned it with a dash of Dijon mustard, a splash of brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle kick. Then, I folded the tender lobster meat

I 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,

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 a meal, I had found a small semblance

Lobster Thermidor, feeling 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 waiter

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

eyes wide with surprise as he tried to steady both of us through the chaos.

the disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified and