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 presence?”

JCelin

a somber

and it’s best

hours.”

right. We can’t rush this. We need to give him time

a sigh of relief, grateful for her understanding. “Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll

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

“We will. “We just need

FOR DISASTER

and be there for him

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alright. We’ll make sure of it. And you don’t have to worry about anything; nothing terrible will happen to

I told her underneath

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

heavily on my mind, but I needed to focus

like a good place to

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

moment.

them with practiced precision, ensuring their demise was as humane as possible. Then, I expertly removed the succulent meat

creamy sauce.

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 vigorously to

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 into chunks, coating each morsel in

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,

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 an

balanced the 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 grace of a

my grand entrance, I collided headfirst with Luke, sending the tray flying and the Lobster Thermidor cascading to the floor in a dramatic, creamy mess.

Luke’exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise as

blinked in disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified and amused.