You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa had wanted to turn him down, but her voice had left her when her eyes met Matthew’s sharp ones.

Ellie, on the other hand, was clapping with joy.

“That’s great, Uncle Matt. It is decided then.”

Instinct told Clarissa that there was something dangerous about his gaze when he quirked his lips.

She mustered her courage, wanting to reject his offer again, when his phone rang.

Matthew rose to his feet, then left for work after answering the call.

With the conversation finally ended, Clarissa went completely limp as she slumped against Ellie on the couch. “Why did you say that? Do you hate me so much?”

Ellie laughed out loud. “Look at you, getting all shy. My uncle is your uncle. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We’ll just get him a little something in return once you find yourself a man.”

Clarissa stood up; her eyes rounded. “Is that even the point?”

“Then what is it?”

The point is, how could you get him to introduce me to a man after he saw me in only a bath towel and what I did to him when I was drugged?

Nevertheless, Clarissa kept those thoughts to herself. It wasn’t something to be proud of.

night, she stayed with the Tysons at

lot. Given that Matthew didn’t return that night, and Clarissa’s natural ability to get along with elderly people, her stay with the Tysons was

in the dead of

her as a fool, she would go with the flow and leave

wave of sleepiness came over her. She was about to head for

“Who’s there?”

dropped when she saw Matthew, dressed in casual clothes, walking out from the

long has he been standing

deliberately addressed him as such, wanting to get away from that awkward situation as soon as possible. “I just came down to grab a drink and I’m

she was about to walk past Matthew to head upstairs when he suddenly

on the

feel

need anything from me, Mr. Tyson?” she asked, trying her best

could see the caution, anxiety,

 or is she

as Clarissa thought he was about to do something to her, he suddenly let go of her wrist and

you calling me

him that because she was afraid he would cross

to it for a

interrupted her hasty farewell. “If you don’t mind, could you pour me a

What?