Chapter 691 Peaceful Slumber
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
“What’s so funny?” Soren retorted.
“I’m warning you, if you upset her again, I won’t call you Dad anymore!”
Nothing had changed in Lenoir Manor.
Mr. Kolson parked the car at the entrance of Lenoir Manor. Damien stepped out with. Cherise in his arms.
Soren sat in the back seat, anxiously holding Sera, who was fast asleep and drooling on his shoulder.
He wished to imitate Damien’s approach and silently carried Sera out of the car without disturbing her peaceful slumber.
But he was only five years old!
His sister was also five!
Although his sister was slightly shorter, he still couldn’t lift her.
After settling Cherise in her room, the little boy had expected Damien to come and carry him and his sister.
After waiting for a long time, the man never returned. Soren realized that he and his sister weren’t treated like their mother.
Curse this man!
Isn’t it often said that men neglect their wives once they have children?
Yet, why does their family defy this common stereotype?
And why are their children the ones bearing the brunt of this situation?
Soren stirred the little girl who was drooling on his shoulder and said, “We’re home!”
As the two little ones stepped out of the car, Frances hastily removed her apron and rushed from Lenoir Manor. “Young master, little princess!” She greeted.
“Come here, little princess, into my arms!”
Sera, still half-asleep, didn’t bother to determine whether Frances was a friend or foe. She nestled into Frances’s arms and drifted back to sleep.
Soren trailed behind Frances, hands clasped behind his back, and cautioned, “Auntie, be careful; Sera is very delicate!”
Frances smiled warmly, “Alright, I understand!”
After carefully laying Sera on the pink princess bed in the children’s room on the second floor, Frances turned around and smiled warmly at Soren, “Young master, your bed is over there.”
Frances approached, opening a screen in the middle of the room.
Behind the screen unveiled a secret haven – a navy blue galaxy adorned with shimmering stars, a stark contrast to the pink lace world on the other side.
His navy blue bed on a carpet dominated this cosmic landscape, cradling his favorite Rubik’s cube, puzzles, and Transformers.
The usually calm Soren could not contain his excitement as he rushed towards the navy blue haven.
Frances smiled and declared, “Young master, this will be you and the little princess’s room from now on.”
“You can pull up the screen when you go to sleep.”
Frances didn’t miss the chance to commend Damien in front of the child, “This was personally designed by your Dad, Mr. Lenoir.”
“He said that you are a caring person. He arranged it to ensure your little sister’s comfort so you can easily take care of her.”
“It seems he does have some fatherly instincts.”
Soren pursed his lips, looked at the peacefully sleeping Sera, and criticized, “He might be her father, but he still doesn’t know her well.”
Sera seemed immune to sleep troubles, effortlessly slipping into a peaceful slumber
The two women shared this familial trait of quickly transitioning into a peaceful slumber
Speaking of the two women.
The little guy frowned, looked up at Frances, and asked, “Whach room is Mommy in
“The lady is in the master bedroom.”
Frances responded tactfully, “But young master. I think it’s best not to disturb her…”
