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 expression. “We’ll have

hospital, and it’s best we don’t stress him for the next few

hours.”

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

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

through this, Ariel. We’ll find a way to help Luke remember without overwhelming him.”

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

FOR

be there for him every step

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will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And

course,” I told her underneath my

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

my mind, but I needed to focus

control for now. Dinner seemed like a good place to

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 something delicious and comforting, even if just for

moment.

ensuring their demise was as humane

creamy sauce.

low 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 heavy cream, whisking

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 the tender lobster meat

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 shell, then placed them under the broiler until the cheese was golden 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 created something beautiful and comforting

for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s room with all the grace of a waiter

with Luke, sending the tray flying and the Lobster Thermidor cascading to the floor in

eyes wide with surprise as he tried to steady both of us

blinked in disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts