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

he just got out of the hospital, and it’s best we don’t stress him for

hours.”

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

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

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

in my chest. “We will. “We just need to

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

him every step of the

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sure of

I told her underneath

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

but I needed to focus on something tangible, something

like a good place to start.

and elegantly designed room filled with high–end appliances and gleaming countertops. Tonight, I decided to prepare a dish

moment.

chilled display in the corner of the kitchen. I swiftly dispatched them with practiced precision, ensuring their demise was as humane as

creamy sauce.

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 prevent

and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a

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

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

meal,

sending the tray flying and the Lobster Thermidor cascading to

Luke’exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise as he tried to steady both

disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts