<b>Chapter 680 </b>


    As soon as N entered the vi, she saw Damon and Mason sitting on the living room floor, ying with building blocks.


    Mason was quick, but Damon was even faster and wasn’t going easy on his son. While Mason was only halfway done, Damon had already finished.


    “I win,” Damon dered, his expression calm and tone t.


    However, if one looked closely, they might catch a hint of amusement in his eyes.


    Mason pouted but said nothing.


    ying games with his father was no fun–he hadn’t won a single round tonight. He sniffled, thinking it would be more enjoyable to y with his mother.


    Noticing that Mason seemed upset, Damon raised an eyebrow and said, “You’ll need a lot more practice if you want to beat me.”


    “Fine…” Mason replied reluctantly.


    Suddenly, a softugh came from nearby.


    Mason and Damon both turned to see N standing by the sofa, smiling warmly at them.


    She wore a gray trench coat over a cream V–neck sweater and light jeans, paired with ssic round–toed loafers. Her long hair flowed down, and she had on light makeup, looking so beautiful that it was hard to look away.


    ‘Damon’s eyes darkened momentarily before he nonchntly looked away, muttering, “You’re here.”


    N smiled and nodded, catching Mason as he ran over to her.


    “Mommy! You finally came to pick me up. I missed you so much!” Mason eximed, hugging her neck and kissing her cheek, his eyes sparkling with happiness.


    Reflecting on how indifferent Mason had been toward him during dinner, Damon felt a twinge of helplessness.


    N found the situation amusing.


    Mason wasn’t really missing her–he was clearly feeling defeated by his father. At daycare, he was the champion, but now he was getting schooled by his own father.


    She figured that if she had arrived anyter, she would have found a teary–eyed little boy.


    “Mommy missed you too! How was ying with Daddy?” she asked.


    Mason’s eyes held a hint of grievance as he turned away. “It was okay, but I still like ying with you more.


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    N chuckled, not calling him out. She looked up at Damon and said, “Mr. Sumner, I’ll take Buddy home now.”


    Damon stood up and offered, “I’ll take you.”


    “No need; I drove,” N declined.


    “It’ste. I’ll feel better if I drive you home,” Damon insisted. Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    N was about to refuse again, but Damon had already walked over, taken Mason from her arms, and headed for the door.


    Watching his steady figure, she sighed and followed him.


    During the drive home, Damon took the wheel of N’s car while the vi’s driver followed them in another vehicle.


    Mason chattered nonstop, keeping the atmosphere light.


    Damon asionally nced at N through the rearview mirror as she responded warmly to Mason. However, his gaze gradually darkened, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.


    If he hadn’t been so confident five years ago and had taken better measures to protect her, this scene would have been much more heartwarming.


    Pain throbbed in Damon’s chest as he took a deep breath, pushing down his emotions and focusing on the road ahead.


    The drive from his vi to N’s current ce was long–over an hour.


    Yet when they finally arrived, Damon found himself wishing time hadn’t flown by so quickly.