Chapter 570 Strawberries
Cherise glanced at Soren with frustration. “Please hurry back.”
“Alright!”
After hearing her son’s response, Cherise turned and headed towards the kitchen.
Before Soren left, he reminded Serafina, “Wait at home. I’ll be back with ice cream shortly!”
“Mm!”
The girl nodded, her round head bobbing. “I want strawberry ice cream!”
Once Soren had departed, she settled on the sofa to watch cartoons, but her thoughts were already drifting towards him.
Did Ren hear me ask for strawberry ice cream?
If he gets the wrong one, can he exchange it?
She grew more anxious as she pondered. When Cherise was preoccupied, Serafina opened the door and stood in the hallway, awaiting Soren’s return.
Ren told me not to wander off, but waiting for him at the elevator wouldn’t count as wandering, right?
Just as the little girl was eagerly anticipating her brother’s return, the door of the house opposite theirs. opened with a click.
The scent of strawberries wafted out from the door!
Serafina’s eyes widened in surprise. She curiously peered towards the house.
The house next door had been vacant since they moved in. When did someone move in?
Her eyes widened with curiosity, and she stealthily peeked at that house…
Strawberries!
An abundance of strawberries!
The coffee table in the living room of that house was laden with bright red strawberries!
Serafina gulped. She cautiously walked towards the door of that house.
Just as she was about to enter, she suddenly remembered something and stepped back.
No. I can’t eat other people’s food or enter their houses!
She averted her gaze and refused to look at the crimson strawberries. She began to earnestly count the numbers on the elevator instead.
Hurry back, Ren!
“Hello.”
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A deep voice suddenly echoed in her ear.
Serafina was startled and quickly looked up.
Standing at the door of that house was a tall and lanky man.
The man bore a striking resemblance to Soren!
Upon seeing his daughter’s shocked expression, Damien smiled faintly and crouched down to meet her gaze. “I’m having a problem. Can you help me?”
Serafina instinctively retreated. Her childlike voice timidly echoed. “How can I help you, mister?”
The man pointed at the pile of strawberries on his sofa in his house, looking somewhat distressed. “I can’t possibly finish all these strawberries.”
“They’ll go bad if I keep them for another day. What should I do?”
Serafina looked where his finger was pointing and glanced at the strawberries. She unconsciously gulped. “Then you… should quickly finish them.”
“But I don’t like strawberries.”
“Can you help me?”
“Mommy said not to eat food from strangers.”
“But we’re not strangers. We’re neighbors.”
“Mommy said not to eat food from unfamiliar neighbors either.”
“Mister, why don’t you like strawberries?”
Sitting on the sofa in her pink bunny pajamas, Serafina munched on strawberries while looking up at Damien with her big eyes. “Strawberries are so tasty. Why don’t you like them?”
“I just don’t.”
Damien sat beside her, smiling as he observed her. “Do you like strawberries?”
“I do!”
Serafina nodded vigorously. “But my brother said strawberries are expensive. Mommy can’t buy them all
the time.”
“Mommy works very hard!”
Damien’s gaze dimmed.
“Did your mommy or your brother tell you this?”
“My brother!”
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