You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa was used to traveling back and forth between D City and W City.

It also wasn’t Damian’s first time. After the pretty flight stewardess had served some deserts to him, he started trailing her everywhere like a little tail.

Clarissa didn’t want to look at the embarrassing scene of his son flirting, so she hung her head and placed her hand over her forehead, covering her eyes.

“Mommy, are you having a headache? Let me blow on it.”

Damian felt worried over his mommy when he turned to check on her and noticed her hand over her forehead.

“Damian, sit properly. I won’t feel any more headache if you stopped disturbing the pretty flight stewardess.”

“But I like the pretty stewardess.”

“Does it mean that she belongs to you if you like her?”

Damian blinked his eyes slowly as he didn’t understand Clarissa’s words.

Clarissa laughed at her son’s adorable expression.

She neared Damian and pecked his forehead. “Why are you so cute?”

Damian laughed despite not understanding Clarissa’s words.

After the plane landed, Clarissa sat Damian on her luggage and towed it towards the exit. On the way there, they bumped into a group of excited fans. Damian was curious, so he followed their line of sight with sparkling eyes. He looked adorable, dressed in a black down jacket and kicking his sneakers.

Some passersby who noticed Damian were attracted to his handsome face, especially his bright and big eyes.

However, they were soon distracted by the huge crowd of fans.

“Mommy, who are they waiting for?”

Damian asked curiously.

“It should be a famous celebrity.”

“Famous celebrity? Is it Uncle Ryler?”

Clarissa had told him before that Ryler was a celebrity. She had only mentioned it in passing, so she was surprised that he could remember.

“No, it’s not Ryler. It’s another celebrity. I don’t know who it is too.”

“If so, Mommy, can we go nearer and have a look?”

Damian’s puppy-eyed look melted any resolve she had to deny him.

Even though sometimes Clarissa complained about her son, but deep in her heart, she knew he was charming, adorable, and fashionable.

She didn’t have the heart to reject his small request. “Damian, there’s a lot of people there, so we’ll only be looking from a distance away. Is that alright?”

“Alright, Mommy.”

towed him along

herself to the front, so she halted at the edge of

girls who caught a glimpse of Damian. They have stealthily taken photos of him

adorable, boy. Miss, is he your son? He is so lovely. Can I take

“You can

before they

“Sure, pretty lady.”

my gosh. You’re such a sweet-talker, how

girls noticed Damian and wanted a photo with him as though he was a

celebrity had arrived, so all

lest he skipped

arriving at the Zen Highlands, so Clarissa promptly put him to sleep. She took a shower then

long, she received a call from

forget about tonight’s cocktail party. Dress up prettily, and let’s

rendered speechless by her

have the option to

for the party. She was dressed in a black dress with

was clinging onto her

go,”

let her leave because Matthew wasn’t back yet. Clarissa’s heart ached at him crying. She wanted to

she had already promised Yael. So she couldn’t go back on

to his eye level and wrapped him tightly with her arms. However, even her incessant kisses on him didn’t stop

coax him from the

was wailing as though Clarissa was

is still a piece left. How about I let you have it, but

his face and bounced towards Julia, who was holding the

I’ll be good

for his quick change of attitude

What a heartless kid!

…

got off in front of the hotel’s entrance and jogged into the hotel with

your good looks. Can’t you act more elegantly? Take off your coat. Here

I’m cold. A girl has to make

you got something to say, say it later. Speak up

rubbed her ear

“Alright. I got it.”

took off her coat and laid it over her arm, showing off her nice figure. Her tall, lean stature, along with her exquisite face,

the cocktail party accompanied by Yael, naturally, she was in the

in such an event, even if it was

who

of our studio, writer,

a talented writer, but

assume that talented people, especially women, weren’t much of a