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

somber expression.

hospital, and it’s best we don’t

hours.”

We can’t rush

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

hand on my arm. “We’ll get through this, Ariel. We’ll find a way to help Luke

my chest. “We will.

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

there for him every step of the

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my arm gently, offering a small smile. “Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And you don’t

her underneath my breath.

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

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

now. Dinner seemed like a good place to start.

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

moment.

began by carefully selecting the freshest lobsters from 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

creamy sauce.

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

and a pinch of cayenne pepper

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

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

tray of Lobster Thermidor, feeling quite proud of myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s room with all the

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

Luke’exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise as he tried to

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