You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

After Matthew carried Damian into the car, Clarissa got in after them.

That day, Kyle, the chauffeur, met Damian for the very first time.

Yet, there was nothing awkward about it since Damian was the type of child who looked cute to outsiders.

Moreover, Damian had called him “Mister” very cutely, causing Kyle to almost lose focus while driving.

Before getting into the car, Clarissa had noticed that it was not Matthew’s usual car. Instead, it was an MPV that was more suitable for their family and the nanny to ride along in.

She was not surprised about it, since he had already considered and planned everything in detail previously.

She then turned to look at Damian. He was sitting on the child car seat as he looked at his father, whom he had not seen in a long time. Just a while ago, he had called him “Daddy” without a hint of unfamiliarity. However, he was looking curiously at his father then.

He stared at Matthew, who had turned behind to look at him. Meanwhile, Matthew did not respond and simply let him do so.

After watching him for a long time, Damian suddenly asked, “Daddy, why do you want to look at me?”

“If you’re not looking at me, how do you know I’m looking at you?”

Unexpectedly, the question was turned back to him. However, he was a smart boy. If he did not understand something, he would just change the topic.

“Daddy, is this D City?”

Ever since Matthew saw both the mother and his son, the smile had not left his face. He looked as if he was satisfied with everything in the world and had a fulfilling life.

The smile was always there even while he answered his son’s questions in a gentle tone.

He was a significant figure in the business world but had become a gentle, soft man in front of his son. Although he looked like a strict father, it was all just an illusion.

At that moment, Matthew still had a smile on him as he answered his son’s various questions.

In the meantime, Clarissa called Catherine to report their safe landing. Even though she did not mention Matthew during the call, Catherine would still know.

It was tacit knowledge.

As soon as she hung up, she heard Damian say, “Daddy, Mommy said you would buy many toys for me. Just as many as I have back in W City.”

Yet, before Matthew could even agree, Clarissa crushed her son’s dreams.

“When did I say that? I only said I’d buy you toys, not that I’d buy you as many as you have in W City. Damian Quigley, don’t change my words.”

He then smiled cutely and asked, “Mommy, what does that mean?”

stop acting cute! Also, don’t give me that crap. I’m talking about your toys. You can have them, but not too many.

not to understand, he smiled at

only two situations in which Damian showed such a smile—either he was pretending that he did not understand anything or after knowing that he had caused some

at Matthew, her gaze

was, in fact, feeling rather proud. Consequently, Clarissa could not help but feel

she wanted to see if he would

off the car, Damian began to put on

big… Mommy, I

at that. He was clearly taking it as

the other hand, Matthew was happy. He picked his son up and said, “This isn’t

he said with widened eyes. The innocence and surprise he exuded was a pleasant

house and greeting the maid, he

really like it here. The

you for buying me

great, Daddy!

hear him speak, for his words were glorified by his smiley eyes and the fact that he was speaking so

expressive, so Damian was no

show his excitement, Clarissa tidied his room and his many toys before calling her office to inform them

Although Julia had already prepared a meal that children would enjoy, Clarissa knew her

him his favorite

vegetables. Resultantly, Clarissa had attempted

her, she said with a smile, “Mrs. Tyson, when you were here previously, you rarely

was basically forced to be diligent. I had to

say that

ran in and hugged Clarissa. “Mommy, did you make something delicious for me?

toward the door, she asked,

his messy hair, Matthew was leaning against the kitchen door at that moment. He was still wearing the same shirt and pants, but his pants had become wrinkled, and his shirt was stained. Despite that, there was a satisfied and carefree vibe to him. The cold

sweaty now. I wanted to carry him to take a

son,

it. “No, Mommy’s

a shower

his cheeks

nodded, then washed and wiped her hands dry before squatting to pat her

shower with Daddy, Darling. You’re both boys, and he’s strong enough to carry you.

head at Matthew, then

“Daddy, carry me…”

walked over and picked his son

All settled!

got in the bath, he would be reluctant to stop afterward. Essentially, getting him to take a