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.

laughter and dropped his bags. “Right on target.”

asking her

braid neatly tied

Damien was carrying, a

dinner! We haven’t had one in ages. Damien decided to cook and show off

spices on the counter, he paused for a moment, his eyes flicking to Cherise.

Honey, haven’t you missed my cooking?” a sweet voice had said

him as she continued, “Whoa, it’s way past eleven! Let’s grab some essentials and

But as they navigated the aisles, Damien noticed a pattern. All the ingredients were for dishes he knew the ones she loved, the ones he cooked

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she was scheming something, and voila! This woman had set a trap and caught him off guard.