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

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

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

hours.”

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

for her understanding. “Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll just have to keep up the facade

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

sense of determination settling in my chest. “We will.

FOR DISASTER

for him every

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

her

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

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

like a good

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 indulge Luke in something delicious and comforting, even if just for

moment.

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

creamy sauce.

finely chopped 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, I

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

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

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 had created something beautiful and comforting for Luke to enjoy. And

a fancy meal,

Luke, sending the tray flying

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

disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified and amused.