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

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

got out of the hospital, and it’s

hours.”

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

of relief, grateful for her understanding. “Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll just have to keep

reached out, placing a reassuring hand on my arm. “We’ll get through this, Ariel. We’ll find a way to help Luke remember

chest. “We will. “We

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be there for him every step

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my arm gently, offering a small smile. “Everything will be alright. We’ll make sure of it. And you don’t have to worry

told her underneath

care.” She patted my shoulder before walking away, and her words were echoing in

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

Dinner seemed like a good place to start.

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 wanted to indulge Luke in something delicious

moment.

precision, ensuring their demise was as humane as possible. Then, I expertly removed the succulent meat from their shells, setting it aside while I

creamy sauce.

to soften and release their fragrant aroma. Next, I sprinkled in a generous amount of flour,

with a dash of Dijon mustard, a splash of brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for

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

wash over me. 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 small semblance

proud of myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and then

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

with surprise as he tried to steady

the disaster unfolding before