You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow

After Stella returned to the country, she approached him, saying they could still be friends even though they were not a couple. Initially, Burnham was unclear of her intention. Now that he was no longer blinded by love, he finally managed to see through her.

That woman was no different than a two-timer. All she wanted was to find herself backups. By flirting with all those men, she could make use of them for her own advantage.

In fact, she had gotten into contact and hooked up with Nigel by using Burnham's connections.

It would bring her more advantage to use Damian's connections, and it would be all the better if she could get back with him.

Hence, she would not give up on her goal of becoming Damian's wife, at least not before she found another more powerful and wealthier man.

With a half-smile, Burnham agreed to her request. "Sure. I'll ask him when I see him. But as you know, Damian and I have not seen each other for quite a while because of our relationship. I'm afraid he'll be mad at me."

Hearing that, Stella's expression stiffened.

She then forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, Burnham. It's all my fault."

"Never mind. Damian and I are buddies. He won't be mad at me for long. I'll try to contact him later," Burnham said smilingly.

The two had a meal before Stella left.

Burnham watchead as her luxury car drove off. The warm smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a sarcastic one.

After leaving the restaurant, he gave Damian a call. "Damian, I met Stella just now, and she knew you're divorced. It seems to me that she's still trying to get back with you. You'd better be careful." Damian frowned and replied coldly, "I got it."

After having seen his ruthlessness, it was unlikely that Stella would take the initiative to come and look for him.

Hence, he supposed she only intended to repair their relationship through Burnham.

After ending the call, he put Stella at the back of his mind and started thinking about Wrenna, whom he had not met for some time.

That afternoon, he rearranged his schedule with Johannes before heading straight to D University.

Wrenna's class just ended when she received Damian's call. She then followed her classmates to the canteen and was discouraged by the sight of the long queue.

In the end, she quickly left the canteen for the school gate.

Damian was leaning against his car. He looked fresh despite standing under the blistering sun.

Many ladies were tempted to hit on him but were unnerved by his aloofness.

"Damian," Wrenna called out while she trotted toward him.

"I'm standing right here. There's no need to run."

Damian wiped the sweat on her forehead and then helped tidy her hair rather intimately.

Instantly, Wrenna was taken aback at the intimacy.

"Is it your lunch break now? I was meeting a client nearby, so I've decided to come and have lunch with you," Damian said with a smile.

"Oh, sure! So, what do you want to eat?"

"Since you're more familiar with this place, you decide."

Wrenna thought for a while and eventually chose a restaurant nearby the university. After all, she could not really bring him to a small eatery.

At the restaurant, they ordered a pizza and some side dishes.

"Damian, the food here is plain and simple. I'm afraid you won't like them."

Damian let out a chuckle before he explained, "Oh, Wren, I'm not that picky. Sometimes when I'm hungry, I'll grab whatever food as long as it feels my tummy. I can eat whatever you eat."

Wrenna was surprised that he would explain on such a small matter.

"Oh, okay..." She then fell into silence, not knowing what to say.

On the other hand, it seemed like Damian had a lot to say that day. "So, how's school? Can you still catch up?"

"Well, I can still understand since I've been going for tuition. If I study harder, I think I can catch up pretty soon." Mirth appeared in Wrenna's eyes, and she gradually became more talkative. "Although it could be boring sometimes, it gives me a sense of accomplishment. I feel motivated whenever I think of how I'll graduate one day. This is the first time I've ever done something with such determination. If I can really graduate, that means I'm not that stupid after all."

Gazing at the grin on her face, Damian sighed internally. "Wren, you don't need to force yourself."

Since they were divorced, he thought she did not need to force herself to study anymore. After all, she only chose that major because of him.

Although he did not put it bluntly, Wrenna instantly understood what he meant.

She shook her head and chuckled. "Damian, I know what you mean. Indeed, I chose this major because of you and because I wanted to compare myself with Stella, but I've moved on since the day we divorced. Now, I'm studying for myself. After all, I've got to learn to stand on my feet and not to give up easily. Who knows, perhaps I can really graduate without the help from you and my parents."

"All right, then." Damian did not feel relieved at all after hearing her explanation. Instead, it left him feeling deflated.

He felt like his heart was being tied into a knot after knowing that she had gotten over him.

Since their divorce, he was constantly frustrated and depressed.

If this continued, it would not surprise him if he would die of frustration one day.

Soon, Damian decided to change the topic. "I heard from Mom that you seldom contact her lately. She thought you were busy, so she doesn't want to disturb you. You can give her a video call or pay her a visit at Zen Highlands whenever you have the time."

Wrenna nodded. "Well, I was quite busy recently. My class ends early tomorrow, so I'll call Aunt Clarissa tomorrow night. I remember she promised to make me something delicious..."

Once again, Damian was cast down when he heard her calling Aunt Clarissa instead of Mom.

For some reason, it made him feel awful.

"What's wrong? Do you not like the food?" asked Wrenna upon noticing his furrowed brows. She was worried that the food did not suit his taste.

Damian flashed her a smile and denied, "No. The food is great. Let's dig in." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He did not want to occupy her resting time. After the meal, he drove her back to university so she could still have time to take a nap in her hostel.

Wrenna did not think much, for she thought Damian was really meeting his client nearby.

The next day, she promised to visit Clarissa at Zen Highlands.

The two of them caught up with one another while enjoying some yogurt that Charissa made.

Although they were no longer mother-and-daughter in-laws, their relationship somehow got closer. Despite having a generation gap, they could really click with each other. They even planned to prepare new dishes for dinner together.

At five, Damian suddenly showed up at Zen Highlands.

"Damian? You didn't tell me you would be back today." Clarissa gazed quizzically at her son.

Damian smiled helplessly at his mother. "Mom, couldn't I come back to my home? Cora has returned to her hometown, so I'm here for dinner."

"Can't you go to a restaurant instead? We don't have any food for you. Besides, didn't you always get off work late? Why are you home so early today?"

"Well, I came home directly after meeting a client outside."

"I see..."

Clarissa said nothing but smiled wryly, obviously not convinced.

"Damian, it's rare that you get off work so early. Don't worry. We have more than enough food for you," Wrenna uttered smilingly, for she knew Clarissa was only kidding.

Clarissa rolled her eyes at her son, thinking he was annoying.

I should've given birth to all daughters instead of having a son.

"Wren, since you're my goddaughter, you can just treat Damian like your own brother."

"All right," Wrenna readily agreed and flashed Damian a smile.

Damian's lips twitched, and his chest felt heavy.

"From now on, I'll treat you as my own daughter. Since Damian is now your brother, he should treat both you and Leia equally by preparing a dowry for you when you remarry." Damian clenched his chest that felt all the tighter. Regardless, the two women did not even bother about him.

"Aunt Clarissa, there's no need..."

"Uh-uh! He's your brother, of course he needs to contribute the dowry." Clarissa turned to face her son. "Damian, do you hear me?"

Damian pursed his lips. He would rather he did not hear it.