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.

could asking her son if

with Serafina’s braid neatly tied with a bright pink band. “What’s going on? Why are you

pointed at the ingredients Damien was carrying, a smile spreading across

had one in ages. Damien decided to cook and show off his

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

had said to him while they were grocery

continued, “Whoa, it’s way past eleven! Let’s grab some

of Cherise’s idea. But as they navigated the aisles, Damien noticed a pattern. All the ingredients were for dishes he knew the ones she loved, the

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something, and voila! This woman had set a trap