You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 479

After Wrenna left her tuition class, her tutor looked as if he had something to say, but stopped himself from doing so.

Wrenna looked up and met his gaze.

“Damian?”

Damian was standing beside his car as he flashed a charming smile at her.

Wrenna quickly trotted over. As it was a warm day, the sun was shining on her face so she frowned, squinting.

Damian immediately reached out and put his hand on her forehead, shielding her from the sun.

“Has class ended? Do you want to get in the car first if there's nothing else?”

“Sure.”

When Wrenna got into the air-conditioned car, a sense of comfort washed over her. After settling down, she asked curiously, “Damian, why are you here?”

“Oh, I have some free time today, so I thought of taking you for dinner.”

“Huh?” Wrenna was rather surprised at that answer.

Damian chuckled as he touched her forehead gently and said, “Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong? You don't want to have dinner with me?”

“No, it's not that...”

Meanwhile, Damian started driving while he explained, “My mom is going to nag at me if I go home, but I'll also feel lonely if I eat alone. Colton and the rest are not free as well. So, I have decided to grant you, my dear sister, my company, since I know you'll probably be free.”

Damian was already starting to address Wrenna as his “sister”, as his parents were now her godparents.

“If you already have an appointment, I can send you there. Don't worry about me.”

Wrenna immediately replied, “Nope, I'm free.”

Damian turned to look at her, giving her a smile.

Wrenna instinctively nodded and said, “OK, let's go!”

As such, the two of them headed to a restaurant. Instead of dining in a private room, they sat at a table in the main dining area.

They had chosen to eat at a hotpot restaurant.

Even though it was a warm, sunny day, the hotpot restaurant was bustling with diners who were engaged in lively discussions among themselves.

Wrenna was surprised that Damian would choose to eat at that restaurant.

The look of doubt on her face was so obvious that Damian could not help laughing out loud after both of them sat down.

“Wren, can you not look at me like that? Is it really that weird that I feel like eating hotpot?”

Wrenna felt slightly embarrassed that Damian had seen through her.

“I don't mean that. It's just that, don't you find it too noisy eating here at a Chanaen restaurant?”

Damian shook his head and replied, “Nope, I like the atmosphere.”

Wrenna kept quiet after that. Anyway, she also had a craving for hotpot recently. In fact, just earlier in the afternoon, she had mentioned it to her friend and shared a picture of hotpot on her social media. She did not expect that she would be having it for dinner on that very same day.

There was simply a magical allure to hotpot that was difficult to describe.

Without further ado, Wrenna started digging in.

As Damian had a low tolerance for spice, the two of them ordered a hotpot with a double soup base. Wrenna was only eating from the spicy soup base as she enjoyed the thrill of eating spicy food—the spicier, the better.

Looking at how much she was enjoying her food, Damian was also tempted to try the spicy soup base.

“Oh my God...” he exclaimed as he took a sip of the spicy soup.

Damian did not bother to pretend not to be affected by the spice as he continued to inhale through his mouth. Even though it was obviously too spicy for him, he couldn't seem to stop eating.

Feeling amused, Wrenna said, “Damian, don't force yourself to eat it if you don't like spicy food.”

“Nope, it's delicious, I like it a lot...”

It was not that he could not take spicy food, but he just did not like it due to him being image conscious. He felt that eating spicy food would not make him look presentable.

However, he was feeling great at that moment.

Seeing how much Damian was enjoying his food, Wrenna started eating as well.

The hotpot dinner ended up being a very satisfying meal for both of them.

After leaving the restaurant, Wrenna noticed that the top few buttons of Damian's shirt were undone and his sleeves were rolled up as well. There were even a few oil stains on his shirt from the meal earlier on.

His hair was messy and the way he looked right then was completely different from the well-groomed professional image which he normally had. The man was even exuding a subtle yet sensuous wildness.

When Damian turned to look at her, Wrenna immediately retracted her gaze.

“Damian, shall we head back now?”

“Sure.”

With that, Damian drove Wrenna home but did not leave immediately after seeing her enter the house.

He sniffed at his sleeve and could clearly smell traces of hotpot. The man let out a chuckle and shook his head before driving off.

When Wrenna entered the door, she saw Henry behaving intimately with his wife.

When he heard footsteps, he simply looked up and asked his daughter, “Wren, who sent you back?”