My Blind Husband

Chapter 682

Chapter 682 Bearing The Lenoir Or Shaw’s Name?

“Just so you know, my Mommy isn’t married to Mr. Lenoir yet,” Soren declared firmly. “Since that’s the case, we can only use our mother’s surname. Even if they get married, changing our names isn’t mandatory!”

A slight scoff escaped his lips. “I haven’t known anyone but my mother since I was born. I’ve only known Mr. Lenoir for less than a month and refuse to change my name for a man I barely know! Let’s put this discussion to rest.”

Maeve was caught off guard, unsure of how to respond. “But…”

“If you insist on bringing this up again, we might have to consider jumping off the plane!” Soren threatened, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Maeve was surprised by his strong reaction.

Observing the two children, Damien exhaled a sigh of resignation. “Maeve, please stop bringing this up again.”

With that, he moved to Serafina’s side and joined her in watching the clouds drift by.

Maeve felt a pang of disappointment. Her suggestion was solely intended for Damien’s benefit. Ideally, if Soren and Serafina had reconciled with their own biological father, they should have recognized their lineage and at least allowed people to know that they belonged to the Lenoir family.

However, not only did Cherise and the children reject her proposal, but even Damien. declined!

“It’s alright,” Charles said, taking her hand. “Damien and Cherise have their own reasons. They have their own lives, and we shouldn’t interfere.”

Maeve pursed her lips, leaning against Charles’s chest in disappointment. “If Dad and Mom were here, they would have said the same thing.”

“Shh, Charles said gently, covering her mouth. “Enough.”

“The longstanding resentment between Cherise and Damien stems from the previous generation. Why bring them up?”

Maeve pouted, finally falling silent.

The plane continued for five hours, finally touching down at the Adania airport at two o’clock in the afternoon.

Tristan and a young girl dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt were there to greet them. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Clad in a black suit, Tristan stood at the exit with several bodyguards.

As Damien and the others emerged, he quickly directed the bodyguards forward.

Some pushed the bed while others handled the luggage.

Another bodyguard knelt down and asked Serafina, “Little princess, would you like a ride?”

Serafina’s eyes lit up as she gazed at Cherise. “Mommy, that uncle is so tall! I want to…”

“No,” Cherise replied with a frown.

Disappointment clouded the little one’s face. “But Mommy…”

Damien, unable to resist her pleading eyes, finally relented. He turned to Cherise with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, you can trust him.”

As soon as his words left his lips, Serafina was already perched upon the burly bodyguard’s shoulders.

Standing nearly two meters tall, the man carefully steadied himself, his hands firmly supporting Serafina’s back. “Hold on tight, little princess!” he said loudly.

“Wheeee! I’m flying!” the little girl’s joyous laughter echoed throughout the airport, spreading contagious cheer.

Soren watched with his arms crossed. After a while, he turned to Damien and said, “I want to

do that too.”

Damien was momentarily surprised. He quickly waved his hand to call another bodyguard

over.

“I don’t want them,” the little boy pouted. “I want you. Squat down!”

Damien, taken aback by the unexpected request, hesitated. He hadn’t expected Soren not to despise him.

After a moment, he regained his composure and walked over to his son, squatting before him.

Soren climbed onto his father’s neck, holding his head, and said coolly. “Let’s go!”

While Soren tried to suppress his emotions, Damien could still hear the excitement in his Voice.

He remembered his childhood when he enjoyed riding. on his father’s shoulders.