Chapter 833 Reliving Childhood Between Cherise And Beckham Serafina twirled her braids, her voice bubbling with excitement, âLook at my beautiful braids, Mommy!â
She giggled, swinging her hair. âGrandpa said he never braided your hair when you were little. Do you think he could do it now? Heâs really good at braid Cheriseâs eyes widened. She glanced at Serafina, then met Beckhamâs gaze, a hesitant smile tugging at her lips. After a moment, a warm feeling spread through her. âSure, why not?â
Turning to her father, she added, âItâs been ages since anyone touched my hair. If youâre up for it, Iâm game!â
Beckham practically beamed, his hands buzzing with nervous energy. âOf course I am! Letâs do it!â
Cherise chuckled. âAlright, letâs see what you can do. Youâve never braided my hair before.â
Suddenly, Soren popped up, holding out a comb. He warned Beckham, âHey, Grandpa. Sera and I only have one Mommy, so donât mess it up too badly.
âUhâhuh! Mommy needs a beauty makeover just like Sera!â Serafina chirped, nodding.
Cherise chuckled, shaking her head at the two chatterboxes. âYou two wouldnât stop talking for a second, would you?â
Though she teased, her voice dripped with love and appreciation. She understood their attempt to lighten the mood.
Right! Why cry on a day like this?
With a smile, she let Serafina pull her down to the floor.
Watching from the sofa, Beckham reached over and gently removed the band from Cheriseâs high ponytail. Her dark hair cascaded down like a silky waterfall.
âBeautiful hair, just like your momâs,â he murmured, running a comb through it.
Cherise raised an eyebrow. âYou used to comb Momâs hair?â
Beckham chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. âOh, yeah. She wouldnât leave me alone until I learned.â
He reminisced that Cherise, adopted into their family as a young girl, had long, unruly hair that she hated managing. So, Beckham, ever the patient one, Beckham chuckled, remembering a mischievous glint in Cheriseâs momâs eyes. âYeah, your mom wasnât one to let me get away with slacking. If I forgot t Cheriseâs eyes widened. âNo way! Mom actually drew in your school stuff?â
Beckham chuckled, a twinkle in his own eyes. âWell, letâs just say forgetting to brush her hair once resulted in a colorful surprise hidden in my history boo In the kitchen, Damien paused momentarily, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The sound of running water echoed the playful banter from the living roo The kitchen counter buzzed with the sudden vibration of Damienâs phone. He frowned, glancing at the screen before answering. âYeah, Charles?â
Charlesâ voice crackled through the receiver, âJust got the lowdown on Tristan. It turns out he snuck back into Adania today. My sources even snagged a Damien sighed, rubbing his temples. âKeep an eye out for now, thatâs enough. Weâll figure out the rest later. I have my hands full right now.â
âHands full with what? Didnât you tie up all the loose ends at the office?â Charles scoffed.
Damien chuckled, a hint of warmth creeping into his voice. âWorkâs all sorted; Iâm just dealing with some⦠family matters now.â