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

her gaze with a somber expression. “We’ll

of the hospital, and it’s best we don’t stress

hours.”

her eyes reflecting the weight of the situation. “You’re right. We can’t rush this. We need

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

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

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

FOR

him

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

course,” I told her underneath

and her words were echoing in my mind.

on my mind, but I

seemed like

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,

moment.

ensuring their demise was as humane as possible. Then, I expertly removed the succulent

creamy sauce.

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

and thickened, I 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

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

the aroma 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 had created something beautiful and comforting for Luke to enjoy. And perhaps, by preparing a meal, I had found a

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

to announce my grand entrance, I collided headfirst with Luke, sending

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

in disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified