Chapter 683
Chapter 683 Soren’s First Horseback Ride With Daddy
ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
Soren, now a precocious five-year-old, was experiencing the unfamiliar sensation of being in close
physical contact with his father for the first time.
His father’s heart overflowed with warmth and sympathy as he securely ced Soren on his shoulders
and walked forward with newfound purpose.
“Wow, Ren, you’re riding a big horse too!” Serafina eximed with unbridled excitement as she
watched Soren and Damien. “Next time, we should switch because I also like Mr. Handsome!”
Cherise and Charles walked behind, their faces shaking with amusement as they observed the
children.
“So, Dr. Shaw,” Charles began, ncing at Marcy who was being held by the nanny nearby, “when do
you n to let the kids know that Damien is their father? Don’t tell me you’ll wait. until my
child calls me Daddy while these two still don’t know who their own father is.”
A smug smile yed on Cherise’s lips as she looked ahead. “Do you honestly believe they don’t know
who their father is? They are much brighter than you give them credit for.”
Charles sighed and continued walking. “You’re right.”
Suddenly, Cherise’s gaze shifted towards the exit. “Look, who’s that girl? Tristan’s girlfriend?” she
inquired, her voice tinged with a frown.
Charles furrowed his brow as he followed Cherise’s gaze, his expression changing dramatically. “Why
is she here?” he uttered, his voice betraying a hint of rm.
Cherise couldn’t help but wonder when she saw the girl in jeans and a white T-shirt standing beside
Tristan. If she wasn’t Tristan’s girlfriend, then who could she be? After all, someone who had the honor
of picking up the Lenoir siblings with Tristan couldn’t just be a random person, right?
In the blink of an eye, the tall bodyguard carrying Serafina had already reached the exit.
“Brock, where did this little girle from? What a pretty and sweet child!”
Brock, the bodyguard, smiled faintly, squatted down, and gently ced Serafina on the ground. “Here
you go, Little Princess. This is your stop. I’ll let you off here.”
“Aye-aye, Captain!” Serafina eximed, jumping down with a mischievous grin. Not forgetting her
newfound friend, she yfully patted Brock’s shoulder. “You’re like a giant! Can I ride with you again
sometime?”
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Brock chuckled and nodded. “Of course, little princess.”
The girl, struck by the repeated use of the “little princess” endearment for Serafina, frowned. “Why do
you keep calling her that? Whose child is she?”
“She’s mine,” came a deep, masculine voice behind her.
The girl turned around, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Damien and his mini-me, Soren,
slowly approaching on Damien’s shoulders.
“You…” she gasped, her eyes wide with astonishment. Her voice rose involuntarily, “Your child?!
Damien, did your ex-wife have two children with you?”
Damien’s brow furrowed as he crouched down and helped Soren off his shoulders. “Take your sister to
Mommy,” he instructed.
Soren hesitated, wanting to stay and listen, but ultimatelyplied. He walked over to his sister, took
her hand, and urged her toe along. “Come on. Let’s go, Sera!”
Once the two children were out of earshot, Damien offered a faint smile, one hand casually slipped into
his pocket. “Yes. Cherry and I have two children together.”
The woman’s eyes widened further, her tone shifting dramatically. “Then what about Weena!” she
eximed.
Damien responded indifferently, “What will happen, will happen.”
The woman pursed her lips, about to retort, but then witnessed the little boy who had just led his sister
away run towards a woman and raise his head to greet her with a sweet, “Mommy!”
Her face contorted in disgust. “You even brought your ex-wife here!?” she spat.
Brock, the bodyguard, frowned slightly and offered a gentle reminder in a low voice, “Please be mindful
of your volume, Urs. Do you want everyone to hear you?”
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