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

JCelin

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

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

hours.”

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

grateful for her understanding. “Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll

this, Ariel. We’ll

my chest. “We will. “We just

RECIPE FOR

and be there for him every step

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arm gently, offering a small smile. “Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And you don’t have to worry about anything; nothing

her underneath my breath.

walking away, and her words were echoing in my mind. I took a

on my mind, but I needed to focus

control for now. Dinner seemed like a

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

moment.

with practiced precision, ensuring their demise was as humane as possible. Then, I expertly

creamy sauce.

generous amount of flour, stirring constantly to form a smooth roux. Once the mixture had thickened to my satisfaction, I slowly

and a pinch of cayenne pepper

the creamy lobster mixture until they were brimming with decadence. I sprinkled a generous amount of grated Gruyère cheese

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 Luke to enjoy.

meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s room with all the grace of a

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

as he tried to steady both of us through the

at the disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified