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

her gaze with a somber expression. “We’ll have to tell

But right now, he just got out of the hospital, and it’s best we don’t stress him for the next few

hours.”

her eyes reflecting the weight of the situation. “You’re right. We can’t rush

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

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

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

RECIPE FOR

and be there for him every step of the way.”

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“Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And you don’t

her underneath my

walking away, and her words were echoing in

on my mind, but I needed to focus on

for now. Dinner seemed like a good place to

made 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

moment.

freshest lobsters from the chilled display in the corner of the kitchen. I swiftly dispatched them with practiced precision, ensuring their

creamy sauce.

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

brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle kick. Then, I folded the tender lobster meat into chunks, coating each

amount of grated Gruyère cheese over the top of each shell, then placed them under the broiler until the cheese

Despite the 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

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

sending the tray flying and the Lobster Thermidor cascading to the floor in a dramatic, creamy

it there,” Luke’exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise as he tried to steady both of us through the

at the disaster unfolding before