You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 292
rissa was not a romantic person, but after having a child, she gave more thought to making their
lives more enjoyable so that it wouldn’t be too monotonous for Damian.
For instance, she would put up some beautiful decorations along with other ornaments to create a
Christmas vibe at home when Christmas was around the corner.
Long before Christmas, she had already purchased a Christmas tree and prepared some gifts to
embellish their home so as to enkindle a festive atmosphere.
As with the decoration on the Christmas tree, it had been jointly done by Damian and her. Apart from
that, she also told him about the origin of Christmas.
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“Mommy, will Santa us hear my wishes? Will hee and give me presents?”
Damian was ted looking at the Christmas tree which had been fully decorated. Nevertheless, the
one thing he was most concerned with was still Christmas presents.
rissaughed at that. “What do you want most, Damian? As long as you say it, Santa would most
probably fulfill your wish.”
Tilting his head to one side, Damian pondered for a while, looking a little troubled.
“Mommy, will Santa fulfill every wish that I have?”
The expression on Damian’s puny face indicated that what he wanted was not only a single present.
“Damian, even though Santa will bring gifts to children, if they are too greedy, he wouldn’t fulfill each of
their wishes. Therefore, you shouldn’t be greedy. Choose only one.”
“Ah, I see!”
The little boy looked rather disappointed. “Mommy, what about this? Santa will bring me one gift, and
you’ll fulfill the rest? Is that okay?”
rissa couldn’t help bursting intoughter and patted Damian on his head. “Damian, you’re really
temperate, aren’t you?”
“Then will Mommy satisfy my wishes?”
“No. Tell me what you want most, and Santa might hear your wish when you say it.”
Pouting, Damian looked a little reluctant as his request was turned down. “Can I have a houseful of
delicious food?”
…
rissa was rendered utterly speechless.
In the end, bearing a helplessugh, she hugged Damian and gave him a kiss on his tender cheek.
“You chowhound.”
“Hehe… Mommy, does a chowhound get to try everything delicious? I want to be a chowhound!”
rissa couldn’t stopughing. “Alright, you be a chowhound then.”
Then again, rissa really had no idea what to prepare for Damian as his Christmas present. Do I
really get him a houseful of delicious food?
After much thought, rissa decided to leave the problem to Matthew.
“Your son has got a sweet tooth, so his top favorite is naturally sweets and something tasty. The
second favorite of his is model cars, with different kinds of vehicles, and nothing else. So, how do we
prepare his gift?”
The houseful of delicious food that he specifically mentioned was the hardest among them to prepare.
Much to rissa’s surprise, Matthew answered straightforwardly, “That’s simple!”
However, he didn’t tell rissa exactly how he would solve this simple matter.
On the night of Christmas Eve, Damian didn’t receive a houseful of delicious food, but he received a
scrumptious house made of chocte that Matthew specially ordered for him. It was an enormous
chocte house that was filled with an assortment of sweets and chocte inside. Matthew even
dressed up as Santa us and put on Santa’s beard to present his gift to Damian.
Needless to say, rissa recorded down the moment when Damian got his chocte house.
It wasn’t calcted, nor was it an exaggeration to say that the little boy’s response to that was a full
minute of incessantughter. His pretty big eyes turned into two merry arches from all theughing.
rissa recorded a video, capturing every moment of the memory made as she looked at how excited
he was. In fact, she was somehow able to anticipate Damian’s reaction, but it was out of her
expectation that the actual effect would be amplified to such an extent. He was like a silly little boy, and
heughed so hard he almost ran out of breath.
She saved the video clip as it was too hrious and she nned to keep herself entertained with it
when she was moody in the future.
Without a doubt, after his intense exhration, Damian couldn’t wait to make a lunge for the chocte
house, roll inside, and gobble everything up.
Nevertheless, before he could throw himself over, Matthew got hold of him and only let him grab a
stone from the mountain inside the yard of the chocte house to have a taste. Finally satisfying his
sweet tooth’s cravings, Damian felt like he was on cloud nine, swimming in contentment filled with
sweetness.
Looking at rissa, Matthew raised his eyebrows as though he was asking for credits.
Look at this gift I prepared. Our little guy likes it so much.
rissa could only admit defeat.
“Damian, do you like it?”
Nom nom…
He couldn’t answer because his mouth was filled with chocte.
From the side, rissa gave him a timely reminder. “Even though it’s a festive season now and there’s
so much chocte around here, you can’t have too much of that. Damian, I mean it, do you
understand?”
Though it was quite a downer, rissa wouldn’t forgo her principles.
Damian was too elevated to take in what rissa just said and nodded half-heartedly. Seeing as such,
rissa shot Matthew a look.
Matthew had no choice but to follow his wife’s instructions and carried Damian away from the chocte
house. Still engrossed in an exuberant state, the little boyughed gaily, and it was only at that moment
that he noticed his father’s appearance.
“Wow… Santa Daddy? Daddy is so cool!”
Damian pped his hand and cheered for Matthew.
Seeing as such, rissa also gave Matthew the thumbs up. “Hubby, you’re handsome.”
rissa seldom addressed Matthew as ‘Hubby’. Hence, much to their surprise, as rissa called out
to Matthew in such a way, Damian followed suit. “Hubby, you’re so handsome!”
Pfft!
rissa dissolved intoughter. “Damian, he’s my Hubby, not your Hubby.”
No one could be sure if Damian understood it or not. He just offered his silly smile regardless.
Then, he started with another form of address. “Matthew!”
Hearing his name being called, Matthewughed as he looked at his son.
“Damian, it’s fine that you know my name. I still prefer that you call me Daddy!”
“Daddy, Matthew…”
The little boy did it on purpose and wouldn’t stop that as he chuckled.
Meanwhile, rissa was also giggling as she watched them from the side.
…
The next day, rissa and Damian boarded the ne to W City.
When they reached W City, the air felt so fresh and the sky so blue. To rissa, the weather had not
felt as good as how it was that day for a long time since. rissa really couldn’t understand why so
many people were leaving for D City.
Undoubtedly, if it wasn’t because Matthew was a citizen of D City, she wouldn’t have brought Damian
to stay there.
Arriving home, Damian spent much time circling around his great-grandma, talking to her about the
great big house they were staying in D City with Mommy and Daddy and a lot of toys. Not only that, but
they also went to many ces, tried various kinds of delicacies, and had a lot of fun…
Catherine held her great-grandson dotingly while rissa made a call to Matthew.
“Grandma hasn’t said anything yet. Damian has been running his mouth without letting anyone else
speak. I have to admit that ‘chatterbox’ should be added to our son’s character tags.”
Matthew chuckled over the phone. “Yes, he takes after me.”
He has be very experienced by now, hasn’t he? Any weakness in Damian’s character surely
comes from him.
rissa got what Matthew meant as well, and she couldn’t help but giggle.
“Oh, save that, please. You’re so tightlipped and reticent. He can’t be getting that from you.”
“Oh, then he must have got that from you, re.”
“Pfft… Alright, stop being funny. When I saw such fine weather in W City after getting off the ne
today, I don’t feel like going back to D City.”
“No, re. Why don’t we find a city with better air quality to live in? No matter what, don’t mention
separation.”
“… I didn’t mention splitting up; you’re too sensitive.”
“That’s fine then. I’m good as long as we’re not going separate ways. We’ll stay in any ce you want
to live in.”
As long as it was an objective factor that could be solved, Matthew would get to it.
And rissa was truly moved by Matthew’spromise.
“I was just saying, and you’re taking it so seriously?” Even rissa’s voice turned gentler.
Laughing, she added, “Ease up and take a load off. I’lle back to D City with Damian after a few
days, okay?”
rissa was right about Matthew’s disconcertment, and with the promise she just made, Matthew
finally simmered down.
Otherwise, he would be restless those few days, fretting over when his wife and son would return or if
they would ever return to his side.
Ending the call, rissa paced back to the living room just to find Damian soundly asleep in
Catherine’s arms.
At the sight of that, she hurriedly carried him over and put him to sleep in the bedroom. As she returned
to the living room, rissa noticed that Catherine was looking at the photos on the phone that she had
sent to her earlier.
With her sses on, Catherine saw rissaing over, but none of them said anything.
It was until Catherine took off her sses and put down her phone that she broke the silence. “How is
Damian coping?”
rissa nodded. “Mmm, he’s doing quite well. It’s a new environment, and he has a better mood now
going to sses and meeting new friends.”
“I see. The school in D City certainly has better resources and conditions than those around here. Have
you two discussed Damian’s education in the future? Will it be in D City?”
The other person included in the ‘you two’ mentioned by Catherine was too obvious to need pointing
out.
Nevertheless, rissa paused for a while before she nodded. “Yes, we have discussed it. D City has
more conducive resources, hence…”
rissa was too agitated to continue, but unexpectedly, Catherine didn’t show any objection.
She only nodded in response. “Umm, that’s not bad…”
And it fellpletely silent again.
While rissa grew increasingly uneasy in the awkward pause and was about to disclose the fact that
she had already obtained her marriage certificate three years ago, Catherine turned to her all of a
sudden with a piercing glint in her eyes.
rissa was forced to swallow the words that were at the tip of her tongue.
Catherine started, “I was too impulsive three years ago indeed, but I have never regretted it. If it wasn’t
for Damian, you might have found someone better and led a happier life by now. But I did ponder about
it after that as well and came to the conclusion that it had all been written in the stars. You can’t go
against destiny, so I’ll notment further. There’s only one thing—you vowed before that you’ll not
get married to a Tyson. Thus, I’m sorry, but you have to put up with this, and it’ll also serve as an ordeal
to that man. After I die in the future, you can do whatever you want, as the vow will also cease to be
binding.