Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407 Table Salt 

In Cherise’s memory, every detail from the previous day played out like a vivid scene. She couldn’t help but blush, her face resembling a blazing crimson sunset, yet she nodded with a sweet smile and said, “I could use a little something to eat.” 

“I’ll make some pasta for you,” the man offered. 

He responded with a warm smile and gracefully made room for her. On the bedside table behind. him sat a plate of bolognese meatball pasta. 

Cherise gazed at the dish and then back at Damien. “Did you… make this?” 

It was evident that this was his first attempt at preparing a meal for her. 

“Yes,” he confirmed. 

A sheepish chuckle escaped him. “I gave it a try; it might not be as good as your cooking, but it’s 

edible.” 

Cherise found herself in stunned silence. Her eyes widened in disbelief. He… actually cooked for 

me? 

Damien, having been born into a life of privilege, had never felt the need to enter the kitchen, let alone acquire cooking skills, as he always had cooks and helpers at his disposal. 

Even after their marriage, their house had never been without a chef. He was the kind of who never went near the kitchen. 

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But now… Cherise took a deep breath, picked up her fork, and took a bite. It was decent, though it seemed he had forgotten to add salt. 

“I’ll get some salt; it’s a bit bland,” she said, trying to get out of bed. 

However, Damien raised his hand to stop her. “Let me do it.” He double-checked, “You want salt, right?” Cherise nodded. 

The man rose from his seat and quickly made his way downstairs. 

In less than a minute, he returned with a bottle of table salt and handed it to her. 

Cherise hurriedly added some salt to her pasta and gave it a stir. However, there was an 

unexpected sweetness to the taste. 

Perplexed, she took a pinch from the small bottle of salt Damien had handed her, and it, too, turned out to be sweet. It was sugar! 

She couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. Sugar again! 

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Taking a deep breath, she got out of bed. “I think I’ll get the salt myself.” 

Damien reached out and placed a hand on her arm. “I’ll go. What do you need?” 

Cherise furrowed her brow. While his sudden culinary efforts were surprising, he seemed particularly helpful today, and a vague sense of foreboding began to creep into her heart. 

With a deep breath, she gently pushed his hand away. “It’s okay. I can handle it.” 

And with that, she hurried downstairs, wearing pink bunny slippers. 

As expected, when Cherise reached downstairs, she detected a strong burnt smell wafting from the kitchen. 

Cherise furrowed her brow and followed the source of the odor. 

What she found wasn’t a kitchen; it was a war zone. Utensils were scattered everywhere, and even the once-sturdy iron pots had been reduced to charred ruins. The trash can was overflowing with black and yellow, egg-shaped casualties.