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

just got out of the hospital, and it’s best we

hours.”

her eyes reflecting the weight of the situation. “You’re right. We can’t rush this. We need to give him time to process everything.”

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

through this, Ariel. We’ll find a

settling in my chest. “We will. “We just need

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

for him every step

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make sure of it. And you don’t have to

her

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

but I needed to focus on something tangible, something

control for now. Dinner seemed like a

prepare a dish fit for royalty: lobster thermidor. It was a decadent choice, but I wanted to indulge Luke in something

moment.

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

creamy sauce.

heat and added 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 slowly poured in

Dijon mustard, a splash of brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle kick. Then, I folded the tender lobster

lobster shells, carefully stuffing them 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

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

meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s room with all the grace of a waiter at

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

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

disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts