You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow

After Wrenna left her tuition class, her tutor looked as if he had something to say, but stopped himself from doing so. Wrenna looked up and met his gaze.

"Damian?"

Damian was standing beside his car as he flashed a charming smile at her.

Wrenna quickly trotted over. As it was a warm day, the sun was shining on her face so she frowned, squinting.

Damian immediately reached out and put his hand on her forehead, shielding her from the sun.

"Has class ended? Do you want to get in the car first if there's nothing else?"

"Sure."

When Wrenna got into the air-conditioned car, a sense of comfort washed over her. After settling down, she asked curiously, "Damian, why are you here?" "Oh, I have some free time today, so I thought of taking you for dinner." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Huh?" Wrenna was rather surprised at that answer.

Damian chuckled as he touched her forehead gently and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong? You don't want to have dinner with me?" "No, it's not that..."

Meanwhile, Damian started driving while he explained, "My mom is going to nag at me if I go home, but I'll also feel lonely if I eat alone. Colton and the rest are not free as well. So, I have decided to grant you, my dear sister, my company, since I know you'll probably be free."

Damian was already starting to address Wrenna as his "sister", as his parents were now her godparents.

"If you already have an appointment, I can send you there. Don't worry about me."

Wrenna immediately replied, "Nope, I'm free."

Damian turned to look at her, giving her a smile.

Wrenna instinctively nodded and said, "OK, let's go!"

As such, the two of them headed to a restaurant. Instead of dining in a private room, they sat at a table in the main dining area.

They had chosen to eat at a hotpot restaurant.

Even though it was a warm, sunny day, the hotpot restaurant was bustling with diners who were engaged in lively discussions among themselves.

Wrenna was surprised that Damian would choose to eat at that restaurant.

The look of doubt on her face was so obvious that Damian could not help laughing out loud after both of them sat down.

"Wren, can you not look at me like that? Is it really that weird that I feel like eating hotpot?"

Wrenna felt slightly embarrassed that Damian had seen through her.

"I don't mean that. It's just that, don't you find it too noisy eating here at a Chanaen restaurant?"

Damian shook his head and replied, "Nope, I like the atmosphere."

Wrenna kept quiet after that. Anyway, she also had a craving for hotpot recently. In fact, just earlier in the afternoon, she had mentioned it to her friend and shared a picture of hotpot on her social media. She did not expect that she would be having it for dinner on that very same day.

There was simply a magical allure to hotpot that was difficult to describe.

Without further ado, Wrenna started digging in..

As Damian had a low tolerance for spice, the two of them ordered a hotpot with a double soup base. Wrenna was only eating from the spicy soup base as she enjoyed the thrill of eating spicy food-the spicier, the better.

Looking at how much she was enjoying her food, Damian was also tempted to try the spicy soup base.

"Oh my God..." he exclaimed as he took a sip of the spicy soup.

Damian did not bother to pretend not to be affected by the spice as he continued to inhale through his mouth. Even though it was obviously too spicy for him, he couldn't seem to stop eating.

Feeling amused, Wrenna said, "Damian, don't force yourself to eat it if you don't like spicy food."

"Nope, it's delicious, I like it a lot..."

It was not that he could not take spicy food, but he just did not like it due to him being image conscious. He felt that eating spicy food would not make him look presentable.

However, he was feeling great at that moment.

Seeing how much Damian was enjoying his food, Wrenna started eating as well.

The hotpot dinner ended up being a very satisfying meal for both of them.

After leaving the restaurant, Wrenna noticed that the top few buttons of Damian's shirt were undone and his sleeves were rolled up as well. There were even a few oil stains on his shirt from the meal earlier on. His hair was messy and the way he looked right then was completely different from the well-groomed professional image which he normally had. The man was even exuding a subtle yet sensuous wildness. When Damian turned to look at her, Wrenna immediately retracted her gaze.

"Damian, shall we head back now?"

"Sure."

With that, Damian drove Wrenna home but did not leave immediately after seeing her enter the house.

He sniffed at his sleeve and could clearly smell traces of hotpot. The man let out a chuckle and shook his head before driving off.

When Wrenna entered the door, she saw Henry behaving intimately with his wife.

When he heard footsteps, he simply looked up and asked his daughter, "Wren, who sent you back?"

As it was obvious that they had saw the car, the purpose of him asking the question was merely to confirm.

"It was Damian."

"Did you guys have dinner together? Why are you still having dinner together even though you have already divorced?"

To Henry, it was unnecessary for them to keep in touch after the divorce.

Yaala hit Henry lightly and chided, "Why are you asking so much? Did you forget that they are siblings now? Why can't she have dinner with her brother? Wren, hurry up and get changed. You reek of hotpot." Wrenna smiled awkwardly and replied, "OK, I shan't interrupt your lovey-dovey time with each other then."

After Wrenna was out of sight, Henry hugged Yaala and complained, "He's not even her real brother, they are just god siblings. If she continues hanging out with him, how do you expect her to find another man? What if she's not able to get over Damian?"

Yaala sneered and replied, "Anyway, they are already divorced. If she can't find a man herself, we can find one for her. She'll have no choice but to listen to us. When that day comes, Damian might even have to help out at her wedding!"

Henry suddenly felt a chill run down his spine when he heard what his wife said and couldn't help but ask in an impish manner, "Honey, don't you think that sounds a little strange?"

"You're so stupid." Yaala rolled her eyes at Henry before going upstairs.

Henry followed behind and said with an ingratiating smile, "Hehe... Honey, I know I'm stupid as compared to you. Haha... But Honey, can you explain to me what you mean by that? Do you really think it's appropriate for Damian to help out at Wren's wedding in the future?"

However, Yaala did not answer Henry, leaving him to rack his brains.

Meanwhile, Damian did not go home immediately after dinner.

He drove to the private club instead, and headed to the usual private lounge where he and his friends gathered.

A while later, Colton had also arrived, with Burnham following behind him.

Burnham seemed a little awkward to see Damian, but Damian merely shot a glance at him and did not say anything.

After the three of them sat down and started drinking, the tension in the air dissipated as the men starting chatting freely with each other.

Burnham seemed to be in anguish.

"Damian, I was in the wrong last time. Are we still friends?"

"What mistake did you make?" Damian replied coldly.

"I... I am not a good judge of character..."

Colton let out a cold snort and said, "Aren't you and the woman still pretty close lately?"

"No, that's not it. I... I know what kind of person she is. Perhaps, I refused to believe it last time, but now, I've finally realized how greedy she is and I've also been used by her. Even though she's still my girlfriend officially, she's been hooking up with other guys. The only reason why I haven't exposed her is to see what else she has up her sleeve. F*ck..."

Burnham could not help but curse. It seemed like he was really enraged at the thought of that.

Meanwhile, the other two men merely sneered and did not reply.

Although Burnham knew that they were probably mocking him, he didn't seem to be bothered. It was a fact that he had been made use by Stella and he deserved it. As such, he only had himself to blame. After a few more drinks, Burnham started blurting out everything Stella had done, including how she had put on an act and made use of him.

He could not be bothered about being judged and embarrassing himself as his two friends were already aware of the kind of woman Stella was.

"F*ck, I knew about her past, but I dismissed it as her being young and ignorant. Besides, she was also not well-to-do then. However, now that I give her everything she wants, including a house and a car, and satisfy all her material needs, she even went overboard by using my money to hook up with another man... She still thinks that I don't know about it. I was the one who introduced that man to her, does she really think I wouldn't know? Does she really see me as a fool? That greedy woman..."

Even though Colton already knew that Stella wasn't a good person, he was still shocked after hearing what Burnham said.

He did not expect Stella to go to such an extent.

It seemed like they had underestimated the extent of that woman's greed and shamelessness.

As for Damian, he remained indifferent and did not speak. He did not even appear to be shocked, as if he wasn't listening to Burnham at all.

"Damian, what are you thinking about?"

Burnham looked over as well, but Damian merely shook his head. He took a puff at his cigarette and remained silent.

Feeling guilty, Burnham said, "Damian, did you and Wren end up in divorce because of that woman as well? I'm so sorry, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let her create trouble for Wren. It's all my fault..." "That's enough. Stop with the nonsense."

Damian was not interested in listening to Burnham repenting.

He was, in fact, thinking of something else.

Colton frowned and asked, "What was the reason for your divorce? It can't be because of Stella. Damian, was it your idea?"

Damian's expression darkened slightly and replied after a brief pause, "Wren was the one who wanted it."

"Why?"

Burnham was perplexed. "Didn't she say that she would never divorce? Women are so fickle!"

After Damian shot a sharp glance at Burnham, he immediately changed his words. "That wasn't what I meant! It's just that it doesn't really make sense to me. Is there some misunderstanding between you and Wren? If that's the case, you should explain to her..."

"It's not that."

Even Damian himself was not exactly sure why they had ended up in divorce.

He too remembered Wrenna saying they would be together forever and would never separate. She had also proclaimed her undying love for him. As such, it was strange that the woman had given up on their marriage barely six months into it.

Damian wanted to know the reason more than anyone else.

In fact, he was extremely displeased that Wrenna had requested a divorce.

If it was in the past, Damian would have been cool even if Wrenna refused to get married or were to bring up a divorce. However, in the present situation, he had an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness in his

heart.