Chapter 631 You’re So Devious.
Both Soren and Damien stood silently at the doorway.
The door swung open, and two identical figures emerged, the only difference being their height.
“I really suspect that Mr. Handsome is Ren’s father,” Serafina stood still and murmured as she watched the tall man and short boy enter her home with the same gait.
But Mommy told me that Ren and I have the same father. So…
The little girl shook her head. What a shame!
If Mr. Handsome is Ren’s father, I can see him and enjoy the strawberries he brings daily!
“Mommy.” Upon returning home, Soren quickly changed his outfit and went to the dining table.
At the table, Cherise was busy rolling out pierogi dough. The boy took a seat in front of her. “Let me help.” Cherise glanced at Soren and handed him the rolling pin before the five-year- old boy began to roll out pierogi dough.
Damien stood to the side, observing the little boy’s swift movements. His heart warmed as he watched Soren roll out perfect circles of dough.
Although the boy resembled him in appearance and character, Soren had inherited Cherise’s diligence and resilience.
Damien was reluctant to admit it, but he was confident that their son had undoubtedly become a reliable support and pillar for Cherise over the years.
“Mr. Handsome, what are you thinking about?” Serafina, whose head barely reached Damien’s calf, nudged his leg. “Go and help!”
Snapping back to reality, Damien slowly approached the dining table. Cherise frowned and glanced at the man’s suit. “Wash your hands and change your clothes.”
Damien removed his coat, revealing his black shirt. He strolled over shortly after washing his hands and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms. Under the light, he looked extraordinarily handsone and impressive.
“Let me help. The man reached out to take the rolling pin from Soren. Cherise wrinkled her brow again and looked at Damien, “Aren’t you going to change?”
Making pierogis was messy, and flour could get on his clothes His outfit looked expensive.
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and dry cleaning would be
The man nodded. “Isn’t it okay?”
“Of course not!” Cherise furrowed her brow, “Change your clothes and come back.
The man firmly seated himself at the dining table, “Never mind, this will do.”
Cherise was dumbfounded. She took a deep breath and turned to Damien. “Give me your access card.”
She would get an outfit for him since he was too lazy to move. Damien was taken aback, but he handed her his card.
“Don’t move an inch until I come back.” The woman sighed and stood up. “And don’t get flour on you!”
After that, Cherise looked down at Serafina, who was clutching a fluffy rabbit plush toy. “Keep an eye on him!”
“Okay! Don’t worry, Mommy!”
Cherise got up and left after instructing her daughter.
As Damien sat in the chair, a faint smile formed on his l*ps as he watched the woman’s retreating figure.
Soren rolled his eyes. “You did that on purpose.”
Damien looked at him. “How did you know?”
“Hmph, you’re so devious!”
Cherise entered Damien’s house with his access card. His house was immaculate and orderly, very much reflecting his personality.
The woman changed her shoes and entered the bedroom.
This was her first time in his spotless bedroom. It was decorated in a black-and-white color scheme, very much in line with his past style.
The computer on his desk next to his bedroom was still on. His work files were still open on
the screen.
