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Chapter 627 Cherise’s Reckless Purchase

Cherise and Zachary talked on the lawn in front of the kindergarten for a long time.

Their conversation was so lengthy that Serafina had managed to eat an entire plate of strawberries and was now

frolicking around the lawn with Soren. Their laughter echoed as they played with the remote-controlled toy

helicopter.

“Mommy, I’m hungry!” As dusk began to settle, Serafina’s energy finally depleted. She ran towards Cherise while

blinking pitifully. “Mommy, I want to go home and eat pierogis!”

“You should head home.” Zachary looked down at his expensive steel watch. “It’s getting late, and the kids have

school tomorrow.”

“And we haven’t eaten yet!” Serafina chimed in with a pleading expression.

Cherise gave her a knowing look. “Didn’t you just devour a whole plate of strawberries from Uncle Zach? Are you

hungry already?”

Serafina pouted. “Eating fruit isn’t enough. It’s not filling!”

“You have a bottomless stomach!” Soren teased his sister mercilessly. “Why am I full?”

“Because you’re a dummy!”

“You’re the dummy!”

“You are!”

“You’re not a dummy. You’re a little glutton!”

“You’re the glutton!”

“You are!”

“Boo-hoo! Mommy! Ren is bullying me!”

Cherise was dumbstruck. She sighed in resignation and carried Serafina.

She waited for Zachary and Soren to pack the remote-controlled toy helicopter and stow it in the car before settling

Serafina in the back seat. “Let’s go home and eat pierogis!”

“Okay!” The little girl’s eyes curved in delight as she beamed.

On the drive home from the kindergarten, Serafina sat in the back seat. She counted on her fingers the different

types of pierogis she wanted and how many she wanted to eat.

Soren also sat in the back seat and rummaged through the lipstick bag left on the back seat. He took out the

receipt and counted the zeros on it.

One, two… One thousand eight hundred?!

He stared in disbelief at the beautifully packaged little box. This lipstick cost one thousand eight hundred!

When did Mommy become so reckless!?

“Don’t touch my things!” Cherise frowned and reminded him sternly.

“Mommy, it’s so expensive.” Soren nodded. He didn’t put the lipstick down but sighed lightly. “Why did you buy

this?”

Cherise flattened her lips. “I didn’t really want to buy it either.”

It was necessary bait. However, it was too complicated to explain to a child.

The woman cleared her throat. “I want to learn how to apply makeup properly, so I bought this lipstick to practice

and see if I can master it.”

“Return it tomorrow.” The boy sighed lightly. “Ms. Cherise Shaw, you should be realistic about your abilities and

know your limitations. You won’t be able to master how to do makeup. Give up.

Cherise was dumbfounded. She cleared her throat. “Soren, you should have faith in me!”

Soren rolled his eyes. “Ms. Cherise Shaw, do you have faith in yourself?”

Cherise was stunned. Fair enough.

She rarely wore makeup over the years because of her lack of skill. She initially thought it was due to her hand

injury, which hindered her makeup application.

After her hand recovered fully, she realized… her injury wasn’t the problem. She was the problem.

As the mother and son teased each other, the car pulled up to their apartment building.

Cherise opened the car door while juggling a handful of items. As she entered the building with the two boisterous

children, a shadowy figure slipped behind them.