Chapter 542 Youâre Too Young
âSecondly, nothing will change even if we stay downstairs. She wonât be in any danger.â
âThirdlyâŠâ
Damien smiled slightly. âIf we donât leave, a certain mischievous boy wonât be able to sleep tonight.â
Mr. Kolson was momentarily puzzled. He only understood what Damien meant after a moment.
He responded with a smile. âMr. Lenoir, you truly adore the boy. Even though he drenched you with water, you still care about him.
âWhat other choice do I have?â
Damien crossed his legs and reclined comfortably in the leather seat. There were still noticeable water stains on his shirt collar.
âAfter all, heâs my son.â
Moreover, the boy spared no effort to protect his mother.
Damien felt more a*sured having such a son by Cheriseâs side..
Since the boy was so ruthless to his father, he would do worse things to Cheriseâs other suitors.
Perhaps this boy was the reason Cherise remained single all these years.
Soren stood on the balcony upstairs and watched the black car travel into the distance. Once it was out of sight, he pursed his lips and snorted. âHmph.â Then, he returned to his room and fell asleep, hugging his giant rabbit plush toy.
Since becoming aware of his gender at the age of three, Soren had been sleeping alone. He had his own. space, while Cherise and her daughter shared a room.
Only occasionally, when he had nightmares, he would bring his pillow and squeeze into the bed with Cherise and Serafina.
Cherise slept peacefully all night.
Early the following day, Sorenâs room door opened just as the sun began to rise.
He quietly opened the door to his mother and sisterâs room and peeked inside,
As expected, his mother and sister were sleeping soundly in bed.
He shook his head and sighed in resignation before carrying a small chair into the kitchen.
As he was not tall enough, he needed to stand on a chair to use the blender on the countertop.
He put fruits, yogurt, water, and sugar into the blender.
Then, he placed a few eggs in the egg boiler and a few slices of bread in the toaster.
|||
1/2
After that, he microwaved the buns and pies Cherise prepared in advance.
He systematically completed all the breakfast preparation tasks before putting on gloves and serving three breakfast sets on the table.
Serafina enjoyed having milk and bread.
Meanwhile, Cherise preferred smoothies, boiled eggs, and buns.
On the other hand, Soren liked having smoothies, pies, and pickles for breakfast.
After preparing breakfast, Soren reclined on the couch and took out his phone to play games.
A friend request popped up on the screen when he turned on his phone.
The person adding him had an all-black profile picture. His name was just one word: Lenoir.
His friend request note was, âYou will call me Dad eventually.
Soren widened his eyes in shock.
Where did this lunatic come from?
Soren rolled his eyes and replied to the message. âYou should call me Dad instead!
After sending the message, he found the game he wanted to play and started destroying his opponentâs base with enthusiasm.
Once he finished several rounds, he heard the alarm clock ringing in his mother and sisterâs room.
Soren quickly put away his phone, took a deep breath, and ran to the bedroom door. He knocked on it and announced, âLadies, itâs time for breakfast!â
Cherise opened the door and saw steaming breakfast on the dining room table. She hugged her son. âSoren, Iâm grateful you woke up early to make breakfast for me and your sister.â
âBut I also said not to touch the household appliances. Youâre still too youngâŠâ
âEnough!â
Soren rolled his eyes and raised his hand to pat Cheriseâs face. âMommy, I donât like it when you talk like
that.â
|||
