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 presence?”

JCelin

meeting her gaze with a somber expression.

out 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

the meantime, we’ll just have to keep

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

sense of determination settling in my chest. “We will. “We just need to take it one step at a

RECIPE FOR

be there for him every

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

told her

patted my shoulder before walking away, and her words were echoing in my mind. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task

my mind, but I needed to focus

Dinner seemed like a

dish fit for royalty: lobster thermidor. It was a decadent choice, but I wanted to indulge Luke in something delicious and

moment.

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

creamy sauce.

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

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

lobster mixture 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

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. And perhaps, by preparing a meal, I had found a small semblance of control

balanced the tray of Lobster Thermidor, feeling quite proud of myself for conjuring up such a fancy meal, and then I strutted into Luke’s room with all the grace of a

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

with surprise as he

blinked in disbelief at the disaster unfolding before me, feeling equal parts mortified and amused.