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

her gaze with a somber expression.

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

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

this, Ariel. We’ll find a way to help Luke remember without overwhelming

will. “We just need to take it one step at

FOR DISASTER

be there for him every step of the

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of it. And you don’t have to worry about

course,” I told her underneath my

her words were echoing in my mind. I took a deep breath,

condition weighed heavily on my mind, but I needed to focus

for now. Dinner seemed like a

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

moment.

of the kitchen. 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 it aside while I prepared

creamy sauce.

a generous amount of flour, stirring constantly to form a smooth roux. Once the mixture had thickened

a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle kick.

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

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

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

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

eyes wide with surprise as he tried to steady both of us through

at the disaster unfolding before me,