You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow
Chapter 453

Clarissa wasn't going to question her children on their private lives.

After both of them went home, she felt warmed by the fact that they felt more like a couple than before.

Damian was attentive to Wrenna the entire time.

If Damian doesn't love Wrenna, can it be that he hasn't realized it yet? I'm not going to remind that foolish son of mine given how stubborn he is. After all, it's useless if he hears it from someone else. Hence, he needs to figure it out himself.

After dinner, Damian left Zen Highlands with Wrenna.

When Clarissa was out strolling with her husband after dinner, she couldn't help but think of her son and Wrenna.

"Hubby, do you think that Damian will hold a grudge against me for breaking him and Stella up?"

Clarissa was still angered by what happened back then.

She had never judged a person by their background, regardless of whether they were rich or poor. Therefore, when she raised Damian, she instilled the same values in him. However, she had been judged throughout her life because of her background, causing her much angst. Many years later, even her son suffered for the same reason.

Despite their best efforts at treating others sincerely, they had not expected to have been plotted against.

She didn't want her son to grow up and become someone who would discriminate against others. However, she didn't expect his good nature to be used against him instead. Clarissa couldn't help but sigh.

Holding her hand, Matthew knew what was on her mind. He reassured her, "Damian is no longer a child. He has been exposed to the business world for a long time and has long grown up to be sensible. If you're really worried, you should tell him what happened. Back then, you were worried that he was too weak to accept it. However, that was just your assumption."

Clarissa was upset. "What do you mean by my assumption? Can't I protect my own son? I'm just afraid that he will be hurt."

"He is already hurt. Furthermore, he is a grown man now. Whoever he chooses to be with, he has to bear the consequences. Remember, he is no longer a child." Clarissa gave her husband an unconvinced look.

During their younger days, Matthew would likely coax her and compromise.

However, as they grew older, he became less patient. Shooting her a glare, he was adamant that he was right.

After letting out a snort, Clarissa pushed his hand away and returned home.

Matthew was upset too.

Hmph! Her obstinance has not mellowed with age.

When Damian returned home, he was oblivious to the fact that his parents had argued because of him.

Meanwhile, Wrenna turned on her computer after having a shower. She realized that the publishing firm had sent her an email during her holidays.

Prior to that, she had drawn her own comics at the suggestion of her teacher. The comics were based on the short stories she used to form in her mind. She had long completed them but never did anything about it. It wasn't until she was curious that she sent them to a publishing firm. However, she didn't expect them to like her comics and offer her a long-term contract.

Wrenna was happy but not in any way thrilled. After all, she wasn't someone ambitious and drawing comics was just a pastime to her. Instead, she would be more delighted if the food she cooked for Damian improved significantly.

Nevertheless, she wasn't going to let go of an opportunity like that.

The next day afternoon, Wrenna went to the publishing firm after finishing her first class since the holidays.

Its chief editor was Alfred's student. He was young and had begun to distinguish himself. He had the demeanor of a well-educated person and was quite good-looking.

"Mr. Coleman."

"Wrenna, you don't have to be so formal. After all, I'm your senior in school. Just call me Geoffrey."

Wrenna smiled slightly. Despite his studious looks, she found Geoffrey to be a friendly person.

"Geoffrey."

"Excellent. I have read your comics and like their novel approach and ideas. Your style of drawing is also very unique. If you are agreeable to it, I would like to publish it and gauge the market response to it. If it's good, we can-"

Wrenna didn't allow Geoffrey to finish. She wasn't in need of money and barely had any ambition. Therefore, she didn't care much about whether her comics would bring her fame and fortune.

"Geoffrey, you don't have to explain it to me as I won't understand anyway. Please do as you see fit. However, just know that I'm not doing this for money, and I don't have a lot of time to draw. I drew all these while I was bored. Therefore, if you need someone who can do this full time and draw every day, I'm sorry but I can't accept that..."

Geoffrey was caught by surprise.

"You are quite cool."

Just as he spoke, he smiled. "If the response is good, you can come work here after graduation."

"Okay, but this isn't what I really want to do."

"In that case, what is it that interests you?"

"I want to a housewife and wonderful mother."

Geoffrey fell silent for a while before asking curiously, "Wrenna, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Mmm-hmm. I'm married."

Geoffrey furrowed his eyebrows as if he was devastated at the news. He mumbled to himself, "Mr. Jones is really unreliable... it was so difficult to... and she's even married..."

Wrenna continued to sit impatiently while Geoffrey took a while to recover his composure.

"Haha, excuse me as I can be lost in thought sometimes. Nevertheless, I'll need some time to consider your conditions. But, I feel that your comics have potential. Why don't you draw some more and then update it regularly? That would also work."

"Okay, that's fine I suppose."

With that, Wrenna found herself a job that she wasn't really keen on.

When she returned home, she didn't tell Damian about it as it wasn't important to her at all.

Recently, she was learning cooking from Cora and improved by leaps and bounds. Occasionally, she would also see Clarissa for pointers. Consequently, Damian felt that she could run her own restaurant even if she quit drawing.

With his recognition, Wrenna felt more confident that she would become a good wife and mother in the future.

Due to this hobby of hers, she suppressed the urge to sleep in that morning and woke up early to make breakfast for Damian.

She enjoyed preparing an elaborate and scrumptious breakfast for him.

If she saw someone have meat pie the day before, she would marinate the meat herself and bake it right before breakfast so that Damian could have it fresh.

On other days, she would bake her own bread and make homemade jam to go along with it.

Regardless of how complicated the recipes were, she would always do her best due to her devotion to him.

Gradually, she would bring some of the delicious food to school with her. From then on, her hostel mates began to regard her as an expert chef.

"Wren, Damian must be very lucky to have you given that you put in so much effort to make him such scrumptious breakfast every day. He gets to eat meat pies, homemade jam, mutton sausages... all handmade by you. Da*n it, Wren. I'm going to change my gender now so that I can marry you. Is it too late to do that?"

Dora hadn't expected that marriage was able to change someone so much.

Wrenna seemed like a different person altogether.

As for Xandra and Linda, they too shared Dora's opinion about Wrenna.

"Wren, why don't you take pictures of the scrumptious breakfast you have prepared and share them on social media? It seems to be something popular to do so nowadays. In fact, I have posted pictures of what you prepared a few days ago, and they garnered many fans. I'm sure the response will be even better if you do it yourself."

Wrenna shook her head. "I'm not interested."

"It's not about whether you're interested. Just think about it, if you post them online, everyone will know about the wonderful breakfast you have prepared for your husband. I'm sure they'll be envious of him. But, that's not the point. The point is that you can interact with many others with similar interests. By learning from each other, you're able to elevate your skills further. Whatmore, many people out there are interested in this as they too want to prepare a nice breakfast for their loved ones."

Wrenna was convinced.

The next day, she posted her breakfast on her social media account.

After that, it became a habit. Every time after breakfast, she would add cringy comments to her post such as "Hubby loves it", "Cheering up my hubby", etc.

Damian didn't know much about the rationale behind it. He just assumed Wrenna had found her passion and was doing well in it.

All that mattered to him was that she was happy and fulfilled.

As the fans of her account grew, her fame as a chef began to spread accordingly. A hallmark of her fame was in fact her cringy comments to her husband every day.

Wrenna wasn't embarrassed by it at all. She even lambasted those who criticized her for her overt display of affection.

After all, she was never afraid to show how much she loved her husband.

Nevertheless, many others found this side of her to be adorable and were charmed by it.

Naturally, there were those who liked her and those who were jealous.

Meanwhile, Henry called up his daughter to give her an earful.

"Wren, all this while, I have spoiled you and never allowed you to do any work. But now, why are you spending so much effort preparing scrumptious breakfasts for that idi*t? And yet, you seem to have forgotten about me. I feel hurt and am very sad about it."

Evidently, Henry was jealous.

His little pumpkin had married into the Tyson family at a young age. Moreover, she was wholly devoted to Damian too. As her dad, he had never received such wonderful treatment from her before. Wrenna snorted in laughter. "Dad, stop being jealous. All this while, I'm sure you're aware of how much I like Damian and the fact that I'm willing to do anything for him. Furthermore, it makes me happy to do all this."

Henry was not amused.

Ever since her teenage years, she had a crush on Damian.

"Don't worry, Dad. I'll come home this weekend and cook up a storm for you and Mom, all right? Don't be angry, it will only give you more wrinkles, and Mom will complain about it."

Just as she spoke, Henry felt pacified and calmed himself. "All right. I'm not angry now..."