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.”

Clarissa towed him along with the

squeeze herself to the front, so she halted at

few young girls who caught a glimpse of Damian. They have stealthily taken photos of him with their phones. However, Clarissa caught them, so they were slightly

son? He is so lovely. Can I take

“You can

before they

“Sure, pretty lady.”

such a sweet-talker, how

girls noticed Damian and wanted a photo with him

celebrity had arrived, so all the

lest he skipped work and came to pick

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

long, she received a

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

rendered speechless by

have

before she left for the party. She was dressed in a black dress with an overcoat

Damian was clinging onto her leg, unwilling

go,” Damian

leave because Matthew wasn’t back yet. Clarissa’s heart ached at him crying.

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

her arms. However, even her incessant kisses on him didn’t stop him from

the sides but to no

point, Damian was wailing as though Clarissa was

she coaxed, “Remember the chocolate I bought for you? There is still a piece left. How about I let you have it, but you have

at the mention of food. He wiped away the tears on his face and bounced towards Julia, who was holding the chocolate. With

the party. I’ll

for his quick change of

What a heartless kid!

…

jogged into the hotel with high

waiting for her in the lobby. “What a waste of your good looks. Can’t you act

cold. A girl has to make

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

her ear

“Alright. I got it.”

showing off her nice figure.

by Yael, naturally, she

for her to be sociable in such an event, even if it was for

Fleming, who

our studio,

of you being a talented writer, but I didn’t expect you to

especially women, weren’t