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

JCelin

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

the hospital, and it’s best we

hours.”

situation. “You’re right. We can’t rush this.

“Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll

get through this, Ariel.

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

RECIPE FOR

for him every step of

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make sure of it. And you

course,” I told her underneath my

walking 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

to the kitchen, a spacious and elegantly designed room filled with high–end appliances and gleaming countertops. Tonight, I decided to prepare a dish

moment.

the chilled display in the corner 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 the

creamy sauce.

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

simmered and thickened, I seasoned it with a dash of Dijon mustard, a splash of brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle kick. Then, I folded

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 and the lobster filling

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 perhaps, by preparing a meal, I had found a small semblance of control in an

meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s room with all the grace of a waiter at a Michelin–starred restaurant.

about to announce my grand entrance, I collided headfirst with Luke, sending the tray flying and the

wide with surprise as

in disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me, feeling