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

of the hospital, and it’s best we don’t stress him for

hours.”

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

“Exactly. And in the meantime, we’ll just have to keep up the facade and support him as best we can.”

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

determination settling in my chest. “We will.

FOR

be there for him every

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

course,” I told her

in my

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

seemed like a good place

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

moment.

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

creamy sauce.

over low heat and added finely chopped shallots, allowing them to soften and release 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 prevent any lumps from

brandy and a pinch of cayenne pepper for a subtle

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

feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. Despite the uncertainty and challenges ahead, for this brief moment, I

of myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and then I strutted into

just as I was about to announce my grand entrance, I collided headfirst with Luke, sending the tray flying and the Lobster Thermidor cascading to the floor in

eyes wide with surprise as he tried

disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified and