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.”

his agreement, Clarissa towed him along with the

herself to the front, so she halted at the

taken photos of

He

“You can ask

they

“Sure, pretty lady.”

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

and more girls noticed Damian and wanted a

from Damian. Fortunately, the celebrity had arrived, so all the fangirls dashed towards the arrival gate. Clarissa swiftly pushed Damian towards

their arrival lest he skipped work

was sleepy upon arriving at the Zen Highlands, so Clarissa promptly put him

she received a call from

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

rendered speechless by her

didn’t have the

for the party. She was dressed in a black dress

onto her leg, unwilling to let

don’t go,”

yet. Clarissa’s

promised Yael. So she couldn’t go back on her

to his eye level and wrapped him tightly with her

him from the

Damian was wailing as though Clarissa

so she coaxed, “Remember the chocolate I bought for you? There is

immediately stopped crying at the mention of food. He wiped away the tears on his face and bounced towards

the party. I’ll be

no words for his quick change

What a heartless kid!

…

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

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

cold. A girl has to

If you got something to say, say it later. Speak up more later. Don’t be mute. We

rubbed her ear

“Alright. I got it.”

it over her arm, showing off her nice figure. Her tall, lean stature,

party accompanied by Yael,

be sociable in such an event, even if it

Fleming, who is

the manager of our

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

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