Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Serafina twirled her braids, her voice bubbling with excitement, “Look at my beautiful braids, Mommy!” She giggled, swinging her hair. “Grandpa said he never braided your hair when you were little. Do you think he could do it now? He’s really good at braids!” Cherise’s eyes widened. She glanced at Serafina, then met Beckham’s gaze, a hesitant smile tugging at her lips. After a moment, a warm feeling spread through her. “Sure, why not?” Turning to her father, she added, “It’s been ages since anyone touched my hair. If you’re up for it, I’m game!” Beckham practically beamed, his hands buzzing with nervous energy. “Of course I am! Let’s do it!” Cherise chuckled. “Alright, let’s see what you can do. You’ve never braided my hair before.” Suddenly, Soren popped up, holding out a comb. He warned Beckham, “Hey, Grandpa. Sera and I only have one Mommy, so don’t mess it up too badly. Otherwise, we might have to find a new one!” “Uh-huh! Mommy needs a beauty makeover just like

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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 Cherise’s high ponytail. Her dark hair cascaded down like a silky waterfall. “Beautiful hair, just like your mom’s,” he murmured, running a comb through it. Cherise raised an eyebrow. “You used to comb Mom’s hair?” Beckham chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “Oh, yeah. She wouldn’t leave me alone until I learned.” 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, learned how to comb it for her. Beckham chuckled, remembering a mischievous glint in Cherise’s mom’s eyes. “Yeah, your mom wasn’t one to let me get away with slacking. If I forgot to comb her hair, bam! Surprise doodle in my homework!” Cherise’s eyes widened. “No way! Mom actually drew in your school stuff?” (Image) (Image) The kitchen counter buzzed with the sudden vibration of Damien’s phone. He frowned, glancing at the screen before answering. “Yeah, Charles?” Charles’ voice crackled through the receiver, “Just got the lowdown on Tristan. It turns out he snuck back into Adania today. My sources even snagged a