Chapter 692 Soren’s Skills In The Kitchen
“I’m going there!”
The young boy pouted, took off his coat, grabbed his slippers from the suitcase, and headed to the master bedroom.
The door to the master suite was left slightly ajar.
He could see Damien’s upright posture, the gentle way he held her hand, and the tender manner he tucked her in.
After that, he sat there motionless, silently observing her serene sleep.
There was complete stillness, and the room was enveloped in an absolute hush.
He was like a child captivated by their favorite toy.
As Soren watched, a sense of calm gradually settled over him.
It appeared that only genuine affection could elicit such stillness.
However, watching Sera for an extended period would inevitably annoy.
The woman on the bed slept soundly. Even through the closed door, Soren could discern his mother’s steady breathing.
The young boy shook his head.
Dr. Shaw projected an image of stern professionalism to the outside world.
Yet, within the family, she transformed into a more relaxed and occasionally disheveled version of herself.
These were her quirks, yet also her vulnerabilities, exposed only in the presence of those
closest to her.
Did her heart already belong to Damien? She slept soundly in his
presence.
What was the saying?
When it rains, it pours; what’s a five-year-old to do when Mom remarries?
Of course, there was only one thing-
The young boy took a deep breath and clattered down the stairs
Frances was preparing soup in the kitchen downstairs.
“Young master, why are you out here?”
Frances was surprised by Soren’s sudden appearance in the kitchen, urging him to return upstairs.
Despite her protests, the little boy eagerly retrieved onions, ginger, and garlic from the fridge. and offered to help peel the garlic out of boredom.
“I’ll peel the onions for you, and I have nothing else to do.” He insisted.
Frances couldn’t dissuade Soren, so she allowed the five-year-old to assist her with various tasks.
To her surprise, Soren, as a five-year-old, was adept in the kitchen.
His speed in peeling garlic was so fast that even the new servants couldn’t keep up with him!
Frances gradually became intrigued by his skills and asked, “Who taught you all this?”
“I learned it myself.”
Soren grinned, leaned towards Frances, and asked, “Auntie, I’m really curious about life in the past five years. Can you tell me?”
my
dad’s
Seeing the child’s maturity, Frances was surprised but dismissed any reservations and assumed that he genuinely sought to understand Damien.
As a result, she opened up and shared intricate details about Damien with Soren.
Soren asked about Rowena when he felt it was an appropriate time.
“I don’t know Ms. Mortis very well…”
Frances shook her head and said, “All I know is that Mr. Lenoir had a fire incident when he stayed at a hotel. Ms. Mortis rescued him.”
She continued, “Although Ms. Mortis saved Mr. Lenoir’s life, I still don’t like her.. and detest her sister, Ursula, even more!”
Her sister likes to show off her designer bags and bracelets on social media. Is all that money from Mr. Lenoir?”
“It was Ursula who saved Mr. Lenon, not her.
Soren nodded and subconsciously sniffed. Is something burning?”
Frustrated, Frances slapped her forehead and yelped, “My soup!”
