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Chapter 681 Maeve Meeting The Nephew And Niece

Damien’s lips remained pressed together for a moment before he finally placed a hand on Isaac’s shoulder with a

helpless sigh. “I understand. Others might misinterpret her actions, but I never will.”

He had witnessed Cherise in her most vulnerable and radiant moments. He knew the purity of her heart and would

never misinterpret her intentions, not now, not ever.

However, her trust in him had undoubtedly diminished. But he understood, and he could afford to wait. He would

take things slow and gradually work to mend past mistakes.

Meanwhile, as the plane soared through the clouds, Maeve, who should have been resting, sat propped up against

her pillows, her eyes filled with warmth as she watched the little boy in front of her manipulating a Rubik’s cube.

“You’re Ren? But what’s your real name?”

“It’s Soren,” the little boy replied, reclining in his seat with a hint of annoyance. This woman had been bombarding

him with questions since they boarded the plane, and it was starting to wear on him.

“Soren…” Maeve echoed the name, clapping her hands in delight. “What a lovely name! And what about your

sister?”

Serafina, a lollipop in her mouth, replied with a grin, “My name is Serafina.”

Maeve furrowed her brows. “Why do both kids have their mother’s last name…”

Turning to Damien, her tone laced with displeasure, she said, “Dame, wouldn’t it bet reasonable for at least one of

the children to bear your name?”

“Why should they take the Lenoir name?” Cherise, seated nearby, shot her an indifferent glance. “From the

moment they were born, they have been Shaws.”

Cherise had never hidden the true identity of the children. After all, with Soren’s striking resemblance to Damien,

any other claim wouldn’t hold water.

However, these two children were solely raised by her, and her relationship with Damien was nothing more than a

close friendship. The suggestion that they adopt the Lenoir name struck

her as absurd.

Did Maeve honestly believe her good intentions could sway the children towards the lenoir family

Seeing Cherise’s growing irritation, Damien frowned and gently sand to Maeve. “Maeve, these

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children are Cherry’s. For the past five years, she has raised them single-handedly. Their names and surnames are

entirely her choice.”

Maeve’s brow furrowed further. She meant no disrespect to Cherise’s efforts, nor did she wish to create discord.

However, she couldn’t help but think, “These children share the Lenoir bloodline, after all.”

Serafina’s eyes widened in surprise as she subconsciously pinched her arm. “Mommy, isn’t the blood in my body

my own? Am I some kind of doll who became a person after a blood transfusion?”

The little girl’s mind conjured up images fueled by whimsical ideas from her cartoons. “Wuuu… Serafina is a toy

person…” she mumbled in tears.

Cherise couldn’t help but chuckle as she lifted the little girl into her arms. “You’re not a toy person, my darling. Toy

people don’t feel pain.”

With that, she gently pinched her daughter’s bottom. “Does that hurt?”

The little girl’s eyes welled up with tears. “It hurts!”

“Do you still think you’re a toy person?” Cherise asked.

“Wuuu-No! Serafina is not a toy person because my bottom hurts! Now I need two lollipops. to make the pain go

away!”

Cherise shook her head, amusement playing on her lips. “Little opportunist.”

But even as she said this, she handed her another lollipop. “Those are the last two for today; no more candy,

alright?”

“Okay!” The little girl excitedly hopped out of Cherise’s arms, continuing to gaze at the clouds outside while

enjoying her treat.

On the other side, Soren looked up at Maeve seriously. “Excuse me, Auntie Maeve.”