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. “We’ll have to tell Luke everything

and it’s best we

hours.”

the weight of the situation. “You’re right. We can’t rush this. We need

“Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll just have to keep up the facade and support him

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

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

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

him every step of

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squeezed my arm gently, offering a small smile. “Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And you

her underneath my

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

mind, but I needed to focus on something tangible, something

for now. Dinner seemed like a good place to start.

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

moment.

dispatched them with practiced precision, ensuring their

creamy sauce.

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

pinch of cayenne pepper for a

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

challenges ahead, for this brief moment, I had

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 flying and the Lobster

with surprise as he tried

unfolding before me,