You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 340


    The act of Matthew bringing his son to look for his wife seemed heartwarmingly pitiful yet needy and


    insecure at the same time.


    They were seated all the way at the back of the hall. When the host had begun to tease rissa,


    Matthew had found it highly amusing.


    In actual fact, he really did not n for all of that to happen, especially the part about rissa thinking


    that he appeared submissive on purpose.


    Even worse, he did not expect their little spat to be the subject of a nationwide gossip.


    After his sneeze, Matthew knew what was in store for him when the night ended. With a forced smile


    down at his son who was watching him closely, Matthew was already debating the ergonomic factors


    between a keyboard and a washboard for his knees.


    “Daddy, I saw Mommy!” Damian said excitedly, standing on Matthew’s thigh. His curious little eyes


    swept the front row as they caught sight of rissa, though it was only her silhouette.


    “Over there!” Damian pointed, his voice rising in his excitement. Matthew hastily shushed him.


    “Shh, keep your voice down. If Mommy sees you, our n to surprise her would be ruined.”


    Damian covered his mouth, his eyes narrowing with glee.


    Though they were seated in the shadows, the father and son outstandingly good looks had attracted a


    second nce of some people in front of them.


    Within seconds, the entire row in front of them nced back at Matthew and Damian incessantly.


    “What a handsome man! And what a good-looking boy, too! I wonder who this celebrity is?”


    “I don’t think he’s a celebrity, though I can’t deny that he looks oddly familiar. I can’t recall where I’ve


    seen him before…”


    “Wait a minute, I think he’s… Is he?”


    “Who? Who do you think it is?”


    The ones who had recognized Matthew stared hard at him. As they shifted their gaze to Damian, the


    boy’srge innocent eyes had rendered them starstruck.


    Bloody hell, the son is even more handsome than the father!


    How cute!


    Damian grinned toothily at the crowd, quite oblivious to the nature of their attention, though enjoying it


    nheless. Armed with just a smile, he had managed to enchant all of them into a blubbering mess.


    “Aww, how I wish I could kidnap him!” a voice gushed.


    “Stop daydreaming. Do you know who they are or not?”


    “That’s… that’s Mr. Tyson!”


    “Oh!” came an excited little scream.


    As they were in a formal event, the girls seated on the row in front of Matthew worked hard to contain


    their excitement. However, that little scream was enough to gain momentum.


    As more and more people turned to look toward the back, rissa who was at the front row had


    noticed the ripple of movement. Following the direction of the crowd’s interest, her expression froze


    when she saw the unmistakable figure of Damian waving at her.


    Did they do this on purpose? rissa fumed.


    They sure as hell did.


    “Seems like there’s nowhere for you to run off to now! He even brought the boy!” Yael cackled.


    rissa gritted her teeth. “Yael, nobody’s gonna mistake you for a mute even if you don’t speak.”


    “How are you going to get out of this, I wonder?”


    rissa had no witty retort at her disposal, which further incensed Yael’s maniacalughter.


    With a forced smile, she turned her attention back to the stage. However, Matthew and Damian’s


    presence in the crowd had soon bemon knowledge. In a frighteningly short amount of time,


    rissa met the amused stares of the other attendees wherever she turned to. The smile frozen on her


    face had the air of a trapped deer. rissa had wanted nothing more than to cover her face with her


    shawl to spare herself from the embarrassment.


    Through some quickmunication between the organizers and the attendees, they managed to


    move Matthew and Damian to the front of the hall to be seated next to rissa.


    Even the people around her willingly gave up their seats for her husband and son. rissa, who felt


    that she could not endure the embarrassment for much longer, doggedly avoided their gaze.


    When he was close enough, Damian ran to hug his mother and pecked her on the cheek.


    “Mommy, I missed you so much, so I asked Daddy to bring me here. Are you surprised?”


    “Oh yes, very much so! But I still have to work. So please sit quietly, okay? It’ll be over soon and we


    can head back home. If you’re good, I’ll reward you when we get back. Deal?”


    Damian nodded obediently. “Deal. I’ll be good.”


    rissa stroked Damian’s hair affectionately. Matthew hade prepared; he had dressed Damian up


    in a stylish coat of wool. His other motive, aside from keeping his son warm, was to mollify his wife who


    would undoubtedly be furious at him for embarrassing her like that. He was confident that by seeing


    how handsome her son looked, her anger would not be as severe as it could be.


    rissa chose topletely ignore Matthew, who was standing beside them.


    Damian climbed up onto the seat. His short legs swung idly as his sharp little eyes surveyed the stage


    with interest, to the delight of the host.


    With Matthew’s appearance, he became even more relentless in his torment.


    “Pfft! I’m sorry,dies and gentlemen. It’s not that I’m not a professional, I just couldn’t helpughing at


    how urate my prediction was. A certain CEO is with us tonight with his son. It seems like he couldn’t


    bear to have his wife out of sight for too long. What a pity that our viewers at home can’t see what I’m


    seeing. All I can say is what a good-looking couple they are! Even their son is so handsome that I’m


    seriously fighting the impulse to kidnap him.”


    Damian smiled back at the host who was floored by the boy’s charm.


    “My God,” he eximed, clutching his chest. “It should be illegal to be this adorable.”


    In his excitement at all the sudden attention, Damian had quite forgotten his promise to rissa.


    “Mister, are you teasing me?” he called out in a crisp, childish voice.


    rissa jumped in rm, but it was toote to cover the boy’s mouth. The host grimaced in mock hurt.


    “Who are you calling Mister? My boy, I’m barely older than you.”


    “Ha ha, you’re funny!”


    “Little boy, would you like toe up on stage?”


    Damian was about to jump off his seat but rissa held him still, shing an awkward smile in the


    direction of the stage. “I’m afraid that our dear guests would not be able to see the boy,” the host said


    remorsefully. “However, seeing such a cute child tonight has made me want to get married and have


    one of my own by next year. Oh, that’s right. We have here with us another talent who had just be


    a father himself…”


    As was his habit, the host had diverted the crowd’s attention to somebody else abruptly.


    The night was shaping up to be the most eventful one the city had seen in a long time, due in part to


    the outspoken nature of the host. With more and more people tuning in, the numbers soon climbed to


    unprecedented proportions as the public was driven mad with anticipation on whether or not the family


    of three will be exposed that night. It would appear that the Tysons’ secrecy had stoked the public’s


    imagination on rissa’s beauty and of Damian’s charm. Some had even gone to the lengths of


    studying photographs of Matthew to assess what Damian might look like.


    It was not the intention of the organizers to derail their entire program for the sake of the Tysons,


    though they were overjoyed at how popr their show had be thanks to them.


    it was a brilliant move to have extended an invitation to rissa.


    During the main event, the actress that had gone up on stage to present the awards could not resist


    chiming in about rissa and her family. “Oh, I see the Tysons! They really are a stunning-looking


    family. And the kid! What an adorable kid!”


    Every single person that had gone up on stage after her made simrments as well.


    Just like that, the Tysons had be the trending topic of the night. Their acquaintances on Twitter


    helped raise their poprity even further by circting news regarding them.


    “I know them,” someone boasted. “But I’m not going to tell you how good-looking they are in real life.”


    “I do, too,” another chimed in. “But I won’t tell you how attractive they really are.”


    “Not telling you…”


    The stakeholders in the showbiz industry were having the time of their lives that night living vicariously


    through the Tysons’ fame, to the envy of the public who was emotionally invested in their drama.


    When rissa got into the car after enduring a night of humiliation, all she saw on her phone was the


    trending #NotTellingYou and headlines such as “The Mysterious Tysons” and “The Biggest Game of


    Tag in the History of Showbusiness”.


    What the f*ck!


    rissa was drained.


    Even before arriving home, she had already been bombarded with countless phone calls and text


    messages, all teasing her and her family.


    I really don’t want to be famous this way, rissa thought desperately. How the hell did all of this


    happen?


    With Damian smiling widely up at her, delighted with the night of fun he had, rissa could not bear to


    spoil it by showing her resentment in front of him.


    Matthew, too, was smiling at her in the same fashion as Damian did, which rissa ignored.


    “Matthew!”


    “Yes, re?”


    Matthew sat expectantly, able to deduce that rissa sounded different than her usual self. I guess I’ll


    take the washboard.


    “You…” rissa choked.


    “Yes?” Matthew leaned forward.


    “You got me!” she finished, unable to find the words in her fury.


    At that, she turned her attention back to her phone where the number of calls and texts were bing


    rminglyrge.


    Back at Zen Hignds, rissa flung her phone onto the bed and took a much-needed shower without


    regard for her husband and son who stood in her wake.


    Damian and Matthew exchanged nces. “Son, I’ll give you a bath and a bedtime story, on the


    condition that you tuck into bed like a good boy. Deal?”


    “Deal, Daddy,” said Damian obligingly. He was already aware that his mother was in a foul mood.


    I’d better get off to bed before she starts yelling at me, too.


    Matthew busied himself downstairs with odd chores after putting Damian to bed. When he trudged


    back upstairs, rissa was already cleaned and sitting up in bed, still replying to the messages that


    hounded her.


    Though she definitely heard Matthew’s entrance, she did not even deign to look up.


    rissa did not hear any sign of movement from Matthew until a loud thud made her jump.


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    ncing up at the sound of that noise, she saw a washboard on the floor. Matthew had not even


    changed out of his suit. With just the top two buttons on his shirt undone, he rolled up his sleeves. His


    pants remained neat and straight, showing off his strong and shapely legs underneath.


    He still looks good despite being in the ludicrous position of preparing to kneel, was the first thought


    that shed into rissa’s mind