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.”

about my

JCelin

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

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

hours.”

the situation. “You’re right. We can’t

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

arm. “We’ll get through this, Ariel. We’ll find a way to

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

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

be there for him every step of

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my arm gently, offering a small smile. “Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And you don’t have to

I told her

before walking away, and her words were echoing in my mind. I took

but I needed to focus on something

Dinner seemed like a good place

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

moment.

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

creamy sauce.

and release their fragrant aroma. Next, I sprinkled in a generous amount of flour, stirring constantly

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 into

I sprinkled a generous amount of grated Gruyère

wash over me. Despite the uncertainty and challenges ahead, for this brief moment, I had created

myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and

Luke, sending the tray flying

eyes wide with surprise as he tried

in disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me, feeling