You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 494

Things had gotten increasingly intimate amongst the duo in the kitchen.

Wrenna felt her body temperature rising when she sensed the man's fingers around her waist and her injured finger.

On the contrary, the man carried himself as if it wasn't a big deal. He continued rinsing her finger with the running tap.

Unable to stop her heart from racing, Wrenna knew she had to stay away from him to stop herself from passing out in front of him.

Therefore, she tried retaliating against the man to shrug him off, stammering her next best course of action, “D-Damian, that's enough! I-I'll go get a plaster!”

Instead of getting in her way, he suggested with a gentle smile, “I'll go get it! Just wait for me in the living room!”

Once he made himself clear, he rushed out of the kitchen without a second thought.

Heaving a long sigh of relief, Wrenna started reflecting upon her actions and thought she might've overreacted.

She almost made a clown out of herself as Damian remained calm and collected throughout the session since her injury was the only thing he cared about.

Once she returned to her senses, she reprimanded herself for being silly.

However, she was unaware that the fleeing man was merely a few feet away from her, trying to calm his racing heart as well.

A few minutes later, he returned with a first-aid kit and cleaned her wound before applying the plaster.

When Wrenna brought herself up from the couch, Damian stopped her from returning to the kitchen. He said, “Just leave the rest to me and take it easy for the time being until you're feeling well again.”

“You?”

It was never Wrenna's intention to make fun of Damian, but she had never seen him cooking anything when they were still engaged.

As confusion was written all over her face, Damian couldn't stop himself from bursting into laughter.

He ran his fingers through her hair and assured her, “I can't make any superb dishes, but I can at least make us a meal. Just have faith in me and leave the rest to me. Go get yourself some snack and catch the shows on the television or something.”

In spite of the man reassuring her more than once, the doubtful Wrenna asked, “Damian, why don't you forget about it and go get us something to eat from a nearby eatery?”

Damian was slightly irked by Wrenna's suggestion. Determined to prove her wrong, he dismissed her suggestion and marched into the kitchen.

Wrenna's lips started twitching against her will. She thought of finishing the snacks they bought to stop herself from starving.

She was afraid that he would blow up the kitchen as he continued wreaking havoc without others' supervision.

In an attempt to divert her attention, she reached for her phone and continued chomping down the snacks.

It took Damian an hour and a half to get everything ready from scratch using the ingredients Wrenna had prepared beforehand.

He was no longer the proud and arrogant man he was an hour and a half ago, but he had no intention to show his vulnerable side in front of her.

Instead, he forced a smile and asked Wrenna to join him at the dining table. “Wrenna, come and join me!”

Wrenna's eyes widened in disbelief when she caught a glimpse of the so-called dishes Damian had made them. She thought none of those were edible because of how they looked.

Err... why are the chicken wings black and what's with the fried egg...

“I might have slightly over seasoned the dishes, but these don't taste half bad at all! Hurry up and give it a try!”

“O-Okay...”

Unwilling to hurt the man's dignity, she took a seat and started savoring the dishes he made them.

She was astonished since those turned out to be edible in spite of the horrifying look. In an attempt to motivate the man, she started complimenting him.

“These taste just fine, Damian! I'm sure you're going to improve in no time if you keep practicing and working on your culinary skills!”

Damian shook his head and announced, “Thanks for your kind words, but I'll leave the rest to you and count on you to prepare our meals in the future.”

“Maybe next week. I am actually alright as it is nothing serious.”

“I can't possibly allow you to cook when you're injured, can I? If Mom were to find out, she's going to nag on me again!”

Wrenna giggled in front of him as she started imagining Clarissa picking on Damian.

She thought of cleaning the table once they were done with their meal, but Damian stopped her.

When she sneaked her way into the kitchen and saw the mess, she rolled her eyes in silence, wondering if he had gone through a tedious battle in the kitchen.

Damian had no intention to clean up the mess. In other words, Cora would have to deal with the mess the moment she was back with the rest.

After a short nap in the afternoon, Damian kept Wrenna company and engaged himself in a conversation with her until evening.

Wrenna was about to leave once they finished the takeout Damian bought them from their favorite eatery.

It was then Damian suggested, “Why don't you stay for the night? I'll drop you off at the university on my way to my office to save you the hassle of traveling here and there in the middle of the night!”