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.”

him along

to the front, so she halted at the edge of the crowd and

glimpse of Damian. They have stealthily taken photos of him with their phones.

son? He

“You can ask

they even popped

“Sure, pretty lady.”

my gosh. You’re such a

a photo with him as though he was a

all the

didn’t inform Matthew about their arrival lest he skipped work and came to pick them

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

before long, she received a call from

cocktail party. Dress

was rendered speechless by her

didn’t have the option

she left for the party. She was dressed in a black

Damian was clinging onto her leg,

go,”

back yet. Clarissa’s heart ached at him

work-related, and she had already promised Yael.

to his eye level and wrapped him tightly with her arms. However, even her incessant

from the

that point, Damian was wailing as

just leave him be, so she coaxed, “Remember the chocolate I bought for you? There is still a piece left. How about I let

bounced towards Julia, who was

enjoy the party. I’ll be good at

words for his quick change of attitude at the appearance

What a heartless kid!

…

the hotel with high heels on when she felt the cold wind blew onto

in the lobby. “What a waste of your good looks. Can’t you act more elegantly? Take off your

A girl has

it later.

ear at Yael’s

“Alright. I got it.”

over her arm, showing off her nice figure. Her tall, lean stature, along with her exquisite face, gained a

party accompanied by

an event, even if it was for the sake of funds as advised by Yael. She’d resolved to

Fleming, who is

manager of our studio, writer, and screenwriter

see you. I have heard of you being a talented writer, but I didn’t expect you to

talented people, especially women, weren’t