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Chapter 683 Soren’s First Horseback Ride With Daddy

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 placed Soren on his shoulders and walked

forward with newfound purpose.

“Wow, Ren, you’re riding a big horse too!” Serafina exclaimed 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, glancing at Marcy who was being held by the nanny nearby, “when do you plan 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 played 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 alarm.

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 girl come from? What a pretty and sweet child!”

Brock, the bodyguard, smiled faintly, squatted down, and gently placed Serafina on the ground. “Here you go, Little

Princess. This is your stop. I’ll let you off here.”

“Aye-aye, Captain!” Serafina exclaimed, jumping down with a mischievous grin. Not forgetting her newfound friend,

she playfully 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 ultimately complied. He walked over to his sister, took her hand,

and urged her to come 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 exclaimed.

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, Ursula. Do you want everyone to hear you?”