You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa found it hard to communicate with him.

“I’m full. Uncle Matthew, I’ll be going now. Goodbye!” With that, she stood up and left for her bedroom.

The next moment, she noticed he was following her.

Having no idea of his intention, she ignored him while quickening her pace.

After she entered her bedroom, the man pressed his hand against the door to prevent her from closing it.

When she instinctively looked up, her eyes met his cold gaze. Inexplicably, she became a little fearful of him. “Uncle Matthew, is there anything else?”

Before she had even realized it, Matthew pushed open the door and slid into her room.

With her brows knotted, she walked into the room after him.

She felt suffocated at his formidable presence; it seemed as if her room had suddenly shrunk. Standing meekly before him, she asked, “Uncle Matthew, do you have anything to say? Did I do something wrong?”

Matthew subconsciously tightened his hands in his pocket. He fixed his eyes on her as if he was trying to see through her.

“Have you forgotten about what happened yesterday?” he finally asked.

“Uh, I… I do remember something…”

“What do you remember?”

“I remember that Ellie and I have drunk quite a lot…” she trailed off as that was all that she could remember.

pursed his lips. “That’s

why are you asking

moved toward her, forcing her to take

pressed against the door. Her eyes grew wide, looking

“You couldn’t recall it?”

his words.

could say anything, she saw Matthew lowered his head, moving closer to her. Their faces

his eyes at the interruption. He then pulled himself

relief, and that was when she realized the back of her shirt was drenched in sweat. She sat on the couch that was a distance away from

to the phone. “Alright, I got

call, he looked at Clarissa and said, “Try to

room. As his figure vanished from sight, Clarissa loosened

was Uncle Matthew trying to do to me just now? And… What is it that

City. Ellie

she arrived home, she received a call from someone who was

call when she remembered it was

phone continued to ring for a long time. Having no choice, she could

“You’re finally back?”

Uncle Matthew,”

“Come down.”

She was unsure if

waiting for you outside your apartment.” With that, he hung

as she clasped her hair fervently like a madwoman. Eventually, she recollected herself and got changed before heading out of her

a distance away through the car window. The young lady was wearing a white t-shirt coupled with an oversized jumpsuit. Her face with little make-up on made her look even more

him for a short while outside the car, but the driver threw her plan into disarray when he