You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 480

As Damian was still pondering over the reason, Burnham suddenly said, “Damian, maybe it's not a bad thing that you two divorced, since you don't have feelings for Wrenna anyway. This might be better for both of you.”

Damian froze at that comment and his face fell slightly.

Colton managed to pick up that subtle change in his friend's expression and frowned.

“Damian, do you really not have any feelings for Wrenna?” he asked.

However, Damian did not give them an answer.

Not long after, he left the club.

After the man left, Burnham, who was still there and confused, asked, “What's going on with him?”

Colton appeared to be in deep thought for a few seconds but did not reply, thinking how a few mistakes would have a great impact on one's life.

He shook his head and sighed as he was reminded of his own circumstances.

Forget it, I should just stop thinking and continue drinking.

Meanwhile, when his chauffeur was about to drive off, Damian suddenly instructed him not to drive home.

“Mr. Quigley, where would you like to head to?”

After a long pause, Damian finally muttered, “The Jackson family.”

“Pardon?”

The chauffeur didn't hear clearly as Damian's voice was too soft.

However, Damian had already changed his mind.

“Forget it, let's just go home.”

“Understood, Mr. Quigley.”

Soon after, Damian arrived back at the Jackdaws Mansion and was greeted with a sense of tranquility.

Julia, who came out to take a look, was dismissed by Damian.

After Damian headed upstairs to his room, he sat down at the edge of his bed. When he looked up, he saw his wedding picture, which was still hung on the wall, and froze.

In the picture, Wrenna was dressed in her wedding gown. Judging from the smile on her face and the way she looked at him, it was obvious how much she adored him.

Suddenly, Damian remembered that on the day when they took their wedding photos, Wrenna and the photography team had to wait a few hours for him to arrive. He also remembered feeling very bad about it.

Because of Damian's tight schedule, they took fewer photos than they had originally planned to. In the end, they had only taken a handful.

Also, Damian had not agreed to any overseas shoots or fanciful shoots, and Wrenna went along with his wishes.

He remembered his mom telling him that wedding photos meant a lot to a woman.

She had even given him various ideas for the photoshoot, but Damian had rejected all of them. On one hand, he found it troublesome. On the other hand, he did not like taking photos. Besides, he did not really have time for that as well. Meanwhile, Wrenna did not seem to have any complaints about that. Even after waiting for him for a long time, she still wore a smile on her face.

Suddenly, Damian could feel his heart drop. Immediately, he stood up and searched for their wedding photos.

The photos were only enough to fill one album and it looked pathetic.

A sense of guilt washed over him as he realized what a jerk he was, to have let the daughter of the Jackson family marry him with only a few miserable wedding photos.

Damian let out a bitter laugh and put away the photos, before heading to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Wrenna had spent her entire holidays attending tuition classes.

However, she also took some time off to rest.

During that period, Yaala and Clarissa had taken Wrenna along with them on their overseas trip, where they ate and shopped a lot.

Throughout the entire trip, not only did Wrenna manage to witness how loving her parents and her ex-in-laws, who were now also her godparents, were, she was also impressed by how crazy women could get during shopping trips.

It was difficult for Wrenna to get accustomed to that intensity as she had not gone shopping with her mom in years.

The two ladies were even competing for products with the rest of the shoppers in the duty free shop, citing the reason that anything that posed a challenge to obtain gave one more satisfaction.

Hearing that, Wrenna tried hard not to roll her eyes.

While she helped to carry the women's bags, all the two men were doing was to agree with their wives' purchases, giving only flattering comments.

Obviously, that made Yaala and Clarissa very happy.

“Hey, Clare, what do you think of this bag?” Yaala asked as she slung a small, black bag across her shoulders to show Clarissa how it looked on her.

“Hmm, I think it's just alright,” Clarissa replied with a slight crease between her brows, but she shook her head moments later.

A sales assistant noticed the woman shaking her head and frowned, with a strange look in her eyes.

However, the two women did not notice the sales assistant, who was called over by another shopper shortly after.

“Hi, that bag... Try... I want...”

It was a middle-aged lady who spoke loudly in broken English. However, it was obvious that the sales assistant did not have much patience for her. Pretending not to hear her request, the sales assistant continued to serve the local customer whom she was serving earlier on.

Clarissa noticed the middle-aged lady who was struggling to express herself and decided to help her by translating her request.

However, the sales assistant seemed even more annoyed and replied in a hostile manner, “I'm sorry, you can't try this. If you like it, you can just make a purchase.”

Clarissa cocked her brow when she heard that. Yaala, who was just beside her, overheard their conversation as well.