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

meeting her gaze with a somber expression. “We’ll have

he just got out of the hospital, and it’s best we don’t stress him for the next few

hours.”

“You’re right. We can’t rush

sigh of 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

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

RECIPE FOR

there for him every step of the way.”

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small smile. “Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And

course,” I told her

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

I needed to focus on something tangible, something I

now. Dinner seemed like a

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

moment.

kitchen. I swiftly dispatched them with practiced precision, ensuring

creamy sauce.

shallots, allowing them to soften and release their fragrant aroma. Next, I sprinkled in a generous amount of flour, stirring constantly to form a smooth roux. Once the mixture had thickened to my satisfaction,

brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle kick. Then, I folded the

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

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

a fancy meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s room with all the grace

grand entrance, I collided headfirst with Luke, sending the tray flying

it there,” Luke’exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise as he tried to steady both of us through the

disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts