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.”

about my

JCelin

somber expression. “We’ll have to tell

hospital, and it’s best we

hours.”

“You’re right. We can’t rush

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

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

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

FOR DISASTER

be there for him every

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

told her

were echoing in my mind. I took a deep breath, steeling myself

mind, but I needed to focus on something

for now. Dinner seemed like a

my way to the 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

moment.

ensuring their demise was as humane as possible. Then, I expertly removed the succulent meat from their shells, setting it aside while

creamy sauce.

Next, I sprinkled in a generous amount of flour, stirring constantly to form a smooth roux. Once the mixture had 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 the tender

the 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 cheese over the top of each

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

proud of myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and then I strutted

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

with surprise as he tried to

unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified