My Blind Husband

Soren was taken aback by Serafina’s bold confidence. He scoffed, “I doubt it.”

Serafina pouted, ready to retaliate, when a sharp knock at the door silenced her.

Before Beckham could speak, Serafina quickly adopted Soren’s bossy demeanor and interrupted him. “Hey, Ren, door duty! Grandpa and I are busy!”

Soren glared at her. With a grumbling sigh, he abandoned his Rubik’s Cube and made his way to the door.

The door swung open to reveal Cherise and Damien, carrying bags of groceries.

Cherise and Damien entered, burdened with groceries. “Ren! We haven’t seen our little man since yesterday!” Cherise exclaimed, embracing him.

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Soren squirmed in her arms, grumbling, “Ms. Shaw, you’re practically an adult can we skip the baby talk? It’s embarrassing.”

Cherise was stunned.

Damien burst into laughter and dropped his

unable to speak. How could asking her son

inside the house as he emerged, with Serafina’s braid neatly tied with a bright pink band. “What’s going on? Why are you two here so

the ingredients Damien was carrying,

in ages. Damien decided

rearranged spices on the counter, he paused for a moment, his eyes flicking

a sweet voice had said to

him as she continued, “Whoa, it’s way past eleven! Let’s grab some essentials and go to Dad’s. I’m preparing a feast

aisles, Damien noticed a pattern. All the ingredients were for dishes

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This woman had set a trap and caught him off guard.