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

with a somber

of the hospital, and it’s best we

hours.”

situation. “You’re right. We can’t rush this. We need to give him

meantime, we’ll just have to keep up the facade and support him as best

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

of determination settling in my chest. “We will. “We just need to take it one step

RECIPE FOR

be there for him every step of the

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

course,” I told her

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

I needed to focus

for now. Dinner seemed like

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.

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

creamy sauce.

release their fragrant aroma. Next, I sprinkled in a generous amount of flour, stirring constantly to form a smooth roux.

splash of brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle

sprinkled a generous amount of grated Gruyère cheese over the top of each shell, then placed them under the broiler until the cheese

buttery lobster and 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

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

sending the tray flying and the Lobster Thermidor cascading to the floor

his eyes wide with surprise as he tried

unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified and amused.