Chapter 833 Reliving Childhood Between Cherise And Beckham


    Serafina twirled her braids, her voice bubbling with excitement, "Look at my beautiful braids, Mommy!"


    She giggled, swinging her hair. "Grandpa said he never braided your hair when you were little. Do you


    think he could do it now? He''s really good at braids!"


    Cherise''s eyes widened. She nced at Serafina, then met Beckham''s gaze, a hesitant smile tugging


    at her lips. After a moment, a warm feeling spread through her. "Sure, why not?"


    Turning to her father, she added, "It''s been ages since anyone touched my hair. If you''re up for it, I''m


    game!"


    Beckham practically beamed, his hands buzzing with nervous energy. "Of course I am! Let''s do it!"


    Cherise chuckled. "Alright, let''s see what you can do. You''ve never braided my hair before."


    Suddenly, Soren popped up, holding out ab. He warned Beckham, "Hey, Grandpa. Sera and I only


    have one Mommy, so don''t mess it up too badly. Otherwise, we might have to find a new one!"


    "Uh-huh! Mommy needs a beauty makeover just like Sera!" Serafina chirped, nodding.


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    Cherise chuckled, shaking her head at the two chatterboxes. "You two wouldn''t stop talking for a


    second, would you?"


    Though she teased, her voice dripped with love and appreciation. She understood their attempt to


    lighten the mood.


    Right! Why cry on a day like this?


    With a smile, she let Serafina pull her down to the floor.


    Watching from the sofa, Beckham reached over and gently removed the band from Cherise''s high


    ponytail. Her dark hair cascaded down like a silky waterfall.


    "Beautiful hair, just like your mom''s," he murmured, running ab through it.


    Cherise raised an eyebrow. "You used tob Mom''s hair?"


    Beckham chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Oh, yeah. She wouldn''t leave me alone until I


    learned."


    He reminisced that Cherise, adopted into their family as a young girl, had long, unruly hair that she


    hated managing. So, Beckham, ever the patient one, learned how tob it for her.


    Beckham chuckled, remembering a mischievous glint in Cherise''s mom''s eyes. "Yeah, your mom


    wasn''t one to let me get away with cking. If I forgot tob her hair, bam! Surprise doodle in my


    homework!"


    Cherise''s eyes widened. "No way! Mom actually drew in your school stuff?"


    The kitchen counter buzzed with the sudden vibration of Damien''s phone. He frowned, ncing at the


    screen before answering. "Yeah, Charles?"


    Charles'' voice crackled through the receiver, "Just got the lowdown on Tristan. It turns out he snuck


    back into Adania today. My sources even snagged a copy of the sneaky email he sent to thepany


    afternding. Do you think it''s time we put him under close watch?" Co?tent of Dr?manovеls


    "Hands full with what? Didn''t you tie up all the loose ends at the office?" Charles scoffed.


    Damien chuckled, a hint of warmth creeping into his voice. "Work''s all sorted; I''m just dealing with


    some... family matters now."