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

gaze with a somber expression. “We’ll have to

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

hours.”

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

And in the meantime, we’ll just have to keep up the facade and support him as

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

a sense of determination settling in my chest. “We will. “We just need to take it one step at a

FOR

be there for him

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We’ll make sure of it.

I told her underneath my breath.

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

mind, but I needed to focus

for now. Dinner seemed like a good

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,

moment.

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.

over low heat and added finely chopped shallots, allowing them to soften and release their fragrant aroma. Next, I sprinkled in a generous amount of flour, stirring constantly to

with a dash of Dijon mustard, a splash of brandy and a pinch of cayenne

the filling prepared, 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, then placed them under the broiler until the cheese was golden and bubbly

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

a fancy meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s room

headfirst with Luke, sending

as he tried to steady both of us through the

disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me,