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 presence?”

JCelin

a somber

right now, he just got out of the hospital, and it’s

hours.”

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

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

out, placing a reassuring hand on my arm. “We’ll get through this,

determination settling in my chest. “We will.

FOR DISASTER

for him every

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alright. We’ll make sure of it. And

I told her underneath

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

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

for now. Dinner seemed like a good place

with high–end appliances and gleaming countertops. Tonight, I decided to prepare a dish fit for royalty: lobster thermidor. It was a decadent

moment.

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

creamy sauce.

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

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

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 small semblance of control in an otherwise

for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s

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

it there,” Luke’exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise as he tried

unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified and