Chapter 681 Maeve Meeting The Nephew And Niece

Damien’s lips remained pressed together for a moment before he finally placed a hand on Isaac’s shoulder with a helpless sigh. “I understand. Others might misinterpret her actions, but I never will.”

He had witnessed Cherise in her most vulnerable and radiant moments. He knew the purity of her heart and would never misinterpret her intentions, not now, not ever.

However, her trust in him had undoubtedly diminished. But he understood, and he could afford to wait. He would take things slow and gradually work to mend past mistakes.

Meanwhile, as the plane soared through the clouds, Maeve, who should have been resting, sat propped up against her pillows, her eyes filled with warmth as she watched the little boy in front of her manipulating a Rubik’s cube.

“You’re Ren? But what’s your real name?”

“It’s Soren,” the little boy replied, reclining in his seat with a hint of annoyance. This woman had been bombarding him with questions since they boarded the plane, and it was starting to wear on him.

“Soren…” Maeve echoed the name, clapping her hands in delight. “What a lovely name! And what about your sister?”

Serafina, a lollipop in her mouth, replied with a grin, “My name is Serafina.”

furrowed her brows. “Why do both kids have their mother’s

laced with displeasure, she said, “Dame, wouldn’t it bet reasonable for at least one of the children to

they take the Lenoir name?” Cherise, seated nearby, shot her an indifferent glance.

of the children. After all, with Soren’s striking resemblance

her relationship with Damien was nothing more than a close friendship. The suggestion that they adopt the Lenoir

her as absurd.

her good intentions could sway the

frowned and

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past five years, she has raised them single-handedly. Their names

further. She meant no disrespect to Cherise’s efforts, nor did she wish to create discord. However, she couldn’t help but think, “These children share

body my own? Am I

images fueled by whimsical ideas from her cartoons. “Wuuu… Serafina is a toy person…” she mumbled in

she lifted the little girl into her arms. “You’re not a toy person, my darling. Toy people don’t feel pain.”

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