You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 332

Clarissa could not claim the credit for raising an excellent son because Damian’s intelligence was inborn.

Seeing the humiliated look on Jeremy’s face, Clarissa laughed boisterously.

Ellie loved the little munchkin so much that she smothered him with hugs and kisses. She did not even notice the tinge of displeasure that flashed across Shawn’s eyes.

“Damian, my little cutie. I love you so much, darling!”

Damian cringed as he pushed Ellie away while covering his lips with another hand, muttering, “Stop it. Mommy, help me…”

“Oh, Damian. Don’t be so cold to me. I adore you, little sweetheart!”

Damian was overwhelmed by Ellie’s display of affection. Thereafter, Clarissa carried him and moved away from Ellie, the mad kisser.

Damian used all his might to hug Clarissa tightly as though that was the only way to keep him safe from the passionate Ellie.

The latter pretended to be disappointed. “Oh, I’m so hurt, Damian. Have you forgotten who was the one who played with you and put you to bed when your mommy wasn’t around a few days ago? Who bought all the toys for you and fed you with delicious food?”

Clinging on to Clarissa, Damian took a peek at Ellie.

“Do remember that I’m the best!”

No doubt that Ms. Ellie’s the best, but it’d be better if she could resist kissing me.

Damian’s big round eyes were still filled with horror.

He ignored Ellie’s puppy dog face and turned to Shawn instead.

“Mr. Hayes, Ms. Ellie wants a kiss. Can you do the honors?

Everyone burst out laughing at that.

Ellie blushed while the others guffawed at the remark, especially Yarick and Jeremy.

Chuckling, Clarissa hugged her son tightly to protect him from the consequences of saying the darndest thing. Ellie will surely want to pinch him now for saying that.

“Hey, Shawn, hurry up and do what Damian asks. Go ahead! Perhaps you can even give her a French kiss while you’re at it.”

“Mr. Jeremy, what nonsense are you spouting? Damian’s here…”

Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and felt a little bad when he was met with Damian’s sharp gaze.

Feeling uneasy, Jeremy smiled. Please don’t ask me to explain what that means.

As anticipated, the worst actually happened as Damian asked curiously, “Mr. Jeremy, what’s a French kiss?”

Everyone fell silent instantly.

Clarissa pressed her lips together before caressing Damian’s head. She then leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Immediately, Damian nodded and grinned.

It was unknown whether Clarissa had actually given him the answer, but Damian had decided to stop dwelling on that question. Subsequently, the boy took a huge strawberry from the coffee table and ate quietly by the side.

Right then, the adults quickly changed the subject and did not utter a word about that topic anymore.

When they returned to Zen Highlands in the evening, Damian had already fallen asleep in Matthew’s arms.

After putting him on his bed and carefully changing him into his pajamas, Clarissa checked on him once more before returning to her bedroom.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, Matthew opened the door behind her and barged in. Shocked, she stood under the shower, blushing. She wanted to grab the towel, but she could not reach it.

In a flash, Matthew approached her and started planting kisses on her lips as the water flowed down from their bodies. She had not even removed all of her clothes.

“Matthew…” Clarissa called out to him disapprovingly.

He had not acted in such an impulsive manner for the longest time. They still had their clothes on, but he was very eager to launch his amorous advances.

Matthew did not respond to her, but lowered his head and continued nibbling her earlobe. He pinned her against the wall and turned her around to face him.

The shower kept running. While he was biting her lips, she mumbled, “Don’t waste water…”

It was not the right time for such a comment.

Nonetheless, Matthew gave a chortle and turned off the tap. His actions led to an act of romance in the shower until she was finally drained and compromised breathlessly.

Much later, he carried her back to the bed. Clarissa rolled over and lay on the bed. Matthew attempted to dry her hair with a towel. He thought she looked extremely lovely with her flushed face from the hot steam in the bathroom.

Matthew could not control himself and he gave her another peck on the corner of her lips. Slowly, his warm lips moved downward and lingered around her neck.

Furrowing her brows, Clarissa did not want him to continue because she was exhausted.

“Matthew…” she called out to him in a feeble voice.

Though she sounded indifferent, Matthew knew she was unhappy about it.