Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Lorelei stared at the post, her chest feeling as if it were being repeatedly struck with a blunt object.
When they were newlyweds, Damian had also whispered in her ear that their love was fated.
3ut in just five years, the other half of his “made for each other” had changed.
she spent the rest of the night on a cold hospital bench, only dragging her casted arm home at the first light of dawn.
Breakfast was already prepared.
When Damian saw her, his gaze fell on her cast, a flicker of guilt crossing his eyes.
le opened his mouth, as if to say something.
Jang!
Aloud crash cut off his unspoken words.
abine had flipped the dining table. Dishes shattered, and soup splattered everywhere.
ler eyes were red as she pointed at the overturned cacio e pepe on the floor, her voice shrill. “Who allowed this in the house?”
he terrified servant stammered, “It was the madam… her family is Italian–American, she’s used to this for breakfast…”
Italian–American?” Sabine turned to Damian, tears welling in her eyes.
Damian, you know! My mommy was Italian–American too, and this cacio e pepe was her specialty!”
But after she passed, I could never… I can’t stand the sight of it!”
Did she have this made just to spite me? To remind me that my mommy is gone?”
side from her name and status, Lorelei knew nothing about Sabine.
low could she have known her mother died young?
lut Damian believed her.
le pulled her into a tight embrace, soothing her softly. “There, there, don’t cry. It’s all her fault.”
hen he looked up, his gaze sweeping coldly over the servant and Lorelel.
Did you hear that? from now on, cacio e pepe is banned in the Blackwood house. All Italian cuisine is forbidden at this tablet
relei stood frozen
Once, because she’d mentioned inissing the taste of home, he had spared no expense, flying in a famous chef from her hometown overnight just an she wild have an authentic meal in the unfamiliar city of New York
Back then, he had said that her preferences were the rules of the Blackwood house
But now, because of another woman’s single tear, her right to even reminisce about home was stripped away
Damian coaxed Sabine to sit and asked her gently what she wanted to eat
Sabine, sniffing, glanced at Lorelei and said softly. “Seafood rinvito, I suppose
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Chapter 3
Damian immediately instructed the kitchen to prepare it.
Not wanting to watch any longer, Lorelei turned to go upstairs.
Lorelei,” Sabine called out, stopping her. “Why aren’t you eating? Are you angry with me?”
Damian chimed in, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Eat with us.”
orelei looked at Damian in disbelief, her voice trembling. “Damian, I’m allergic to seafood!”
abine immediately retorted with a spoiled air, “Isn’t that just an excuse to avoid eating with me?”
Even if you are allergic, I’ve never heard of anyone dying from a single bite of risotto.”
he clearly wasn’t going to let Lorelei off the hook.
emembering the near–death experience of her throat closing up after accidentally eating shrimp as a child, Lorelei’s face went pale. “I’m not eating it…”
eeing her resistance, the smile on Sabine’s face faded, her displeasure obvious.
Damian saw her unhappy expression, and his brow furrowed. He actually pulled out his phone and made a call.
Have Dr. Williams come over at once.”
le put the phone down and said to Lorelei, “The doctor is on his way. With a professional standing by, even if you have a reaction, it can be handled nmediately.”
So now, you can eat without worry, correct?”
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