You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 288

On the next day, Clarissa dressed Damian up. The boy lifted his head, and his dark, big eyes rolled mischievously.

“Mommy, I’m so handsome.”

“Pfft…”

Clarissa couldn’t stifle a giggle.

Matthew picked his good-looking son up and marched out, and the little boy sweet-talked his father.

“Daddy is a little handsome too.”

“Pfft! Hahaha!”

Trailing behind the two, Clarissa burst into laughter.

After getting into the car, Matthew asked with a smile, “Damian, is Daddy only a little handsome?”

With her head tilted, Clarissa gazed at her adorable son, whose expression seemed innocent yet solemn.

“Yes, Daddy is only a little handsome.”

“Fine, I’m a little handsome, and the same goes for Damian.”

“No, no, no… I’m the most handsome one.”

The boy was more sharp-witted than expected.

Even Clarissa was too embarrassed to glance at him. How could he say it so brazenly and confidently in front of his Daddy?

In the meantime, Matthew was speechless. What else could I say? I guess it’s not a shame to lose to my own son.

“Mommy, where are we going?”

Clarissa tapped his forehead gently. “We’re going to a kindergarten. Are you fine with that?”

“Going to a kindergarten? Didn’t Mommy say I’ll only start schooling next year?”

“We’re going to check out a few kindergartens and see if you like any one of them. There’re many fun activities there, so you can look around and take some time to get used to it. You’re free to pick the one you like, alright?”

Blinking his eyes, Damian was sunk in thought. He looked charming even when he remained silent.

Caressing his head, she chuckled heartily.

The family then headed to one of the kindergartens. Clarissa didn’t know much about it, as Matthew was the one who came up with the list.

The first kindergarten they came to wasn’t an ordinary kindergarten but a top-notch one, and the school fees made Clarissa’s jaw drop.

They communicated with the teachers and found out more about the curriculum and environment. However, the determining factor wasn’t these, but Damian’s preference.

The second the teacher held his hand, the extrovert boy followed her without hesitation. Stepping into a class, he trotted over to the other children, squatted by their sides, and watched them play.

At the same time, the teacher observed him silently from the sidelines.

After a while, before the child beside him spoke, Damian broke the ice first.

“Can I play with you?”

The child smiled bashfully. “Sure.”

Watching from afar, Clarissa chuckled. “It seems like we can leave already.”

The teacher replied, “He’s proactive and easygoing. After talking to him, I found that his language skills are better than the children of his age. He’s more mature as well. Mr. and Mrs. Tyson, you did a good job raising him.”

Clarissa blushed at the teacher’s compliment, yet she felt a little proud of herself.

Matthew didn’t take the credit, saying to the teacher, “All thanks to my wife.”

“The parents can teach their children by example, even if they say nothing,” the teacher replied tactfully with a smile, praising both of them.

Instead of watching over Damian, the couple went to another area, so they could find out how the boy would react when he realized that they were gone.

Sitting in the next room, they waited for some time, but Damian didn’t look for them. Clarissa turned to look at Matthew. “Give the little one some friends, toys, and food, and he’ll forget all about us.”

This frustrated the woman.

“When I was young, I wasn’t as playful and gluttonous as him. With just a little yummy food, anyone can easily lure him away. What a little glutton. He’s not like me at all. How about you?”

The woman’s interest was piqued, trying to know more about Matthew’s childhood.

The corner of the man’s lips quirked up into a half-smile. In the quiet room, where no one else was around, the sunlight shone through the window on his face, making his features look even more chiseled.

His long, slender fingers stroked her cheek. There was a glint of tenderness in his dark eyes. His voice was mellow and attractive.

“I’m not one too. It must be you, Clare. I bet you looked even prettier when you’re young, just like a little princess. Am I right?”

“That’s not true at all. I’m not a glutton.”

“How could you be so gorgeous then?”

“My beauty has nothing to do with my diet. I was born stunning,” she disagreed in a coquettish voice.

Reluctance was written all over her face, while Matthew gazed at her affectionately.

He chuckled softly. “Okay, he takes after me in every aspect.”

“What do you mean by every aspect? He takes after my intelligence and beauty, but he’s a glutton, a fawner, and a crybaby because of you.”