You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Hearing this, Clarissa was so frightened that she nearly turned and ran out of the room immediately.

Shermaine’s eyes grew even colder. “Matt, do the both of you know each other?”

Clarissa coughed nervously. “I didn’t think you would remember me, Mr. Tyson. Ms. Smallwood, I’m friends with Ellie. I’ve met Mr. Tyson a few times before in D City.”

Clarissa was calm and collected as she explained this to Shermaine.

However, Ryler knew Clarissa like the palm of his hand. He could see that her nails were digging into her palms so hard that her fingers had turned white.

From what she said, it sounded as though she and Matthew Tyson were merely acquaintances.

During the press conference last time, Ryler had bumped into Matthew in the elevator. He remembered the strange expression in Matthew’s eyes as he looked over at Ryler—and it wasn’t because Ryler was a celebrity.

He had looked at Ryler as though he was a threat—a rival.

Thinking about it, he realized that it was probably because of Clarissa.

However, what sort of relationship did Clare share with Mr. Tyson?

“Ellie’s friend, you say?”

Shermaine nodded slowly, as though she were deliberating whether to believe Clarissa or not. When she looked at Clarissa, there was still a hint of iciness in her eyes.

Shermaine turned and looked at Matthew with a gentle smile. “Matt, it’s been a long time since I saw Ellie. Is it true that she has opened her own studio? She asked me to be the spokesperson for her new company. Dear me, she might start pestering me again once I return to D City! Do you remember how she used to tag along everywhere with us when we were children…”

Shermaine steered the conversation to a topic that obviously excluded Clarissa. She stood next to them awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

Clarissa smiled uncomfortably and placed the cup back in front of Ryler. She snuck a look at him, indicating that it was best if she left first.

This time, Matthew didn’t try to stop her from leaving. However, as his dark eyes grazed over Clarissa again, a dark look appeared on Shermaine’s face. She had been observing him closely since just now.

“Matt, why don’t we get going first? I’m feeling a little sick. Do you mind driving me home?”

In a low voice, Matthew replied, “Alright.”

The two of them got up to leave, and everyone rose to send them off. Shermaine looped her hand around Matthew’s arm again, and they left the room looking very affectionate.

When they finally got into Matthew’s car, Shermaine realized that Matthew was cold and aloof. He seemed completely different from how he had been back in the restaurant. Actually, this standoffish attitude was the one with which he usually regarded her.

Cold, indifferent, and aloof—Matthew seemed even more frightening than he usually was. Shermaine didn’t dare to open her mouth.

Shermaine had known him for more than twenty years, and she had loved him for the same amount of time. However, she still had to tiptoe around Matthew as though she were afraid of him.

Today, she had been very happy indeed. Matthew probably had some feelings for her—otherwise, why would he make the trip down to visit her?

“Matt, I’m so happy today. If you had told me you were going to come over earlier, I would have canceled filming today to meet you!”

She leaned even closer to him, trying to snuggle against his chest. However, Matthew shoved her away roughly.

was cold as he said, “I’m here for

hadn’t come here to

on her face

“Matt, you know Ms. Quigley, that screenwriter, don’t you? She’s really pretty. With that face of hers, she’s bound to succeed in the entertainment industry if she

his eyes and leaned back against

to say anything more. Instead, she gazed at Matthew’s defined side

Shermaine’s hotel. She felt a little sad to leave Matthew just like

still early, isn’t it? Why don’t

gazed at her with his dark eyes. His gaze was so intense that

loose strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled and asked, “Matt, what

finally looked away. “No,

she threw one last smile at Matthew before obeying his orders. However, she couldn’t help but turn around to look at

course, this little interaction was captured by the paparazzi, who had stationed themselves in front of the hotel a long time ago. Although Shermaine and Matthew hadn’t done

her room. A while

going to carry on like

a little perturbed. Shermaine yanked her accessories off and slammed them down on her vanity table

your nose out

although the

She turned to Lizzie and demanded, “Hey, does that screenwriter have a sugar

Ms. Quigley is a screenwriter. Many directors offered to buy the rights to her original works because of how well they were written. She’s been gaining quite

pity that she doesn’t have a

you mean by

her family

do you want that information

for me! Stop asking me so many questions!” Shermaine roared. Lizzie huffed and turned to leave

as she reached the door, Shermaine said blandly, “Oh, by the way,

any questions. Shermaine had changed her assistants so many times that it was quite obvious the problem lay

I’ll leave

thought for a while. She made a

flung the phone against the wall viciously and

who was being cursed out by Shermaine, was on a video call with

even pick up the phone

who. That was Shermaine Smallwood. By the way, I was

“Yes.”

female lead has got to be the worst decision the directors have ever made. I’m going to pester my Uncle Matt about this. Why did it have

your uncle’s

figured it out after Shermaine’s scandal. Uncle Matt probably recommended her as the female lead in order to boost

Clarissa didn’t

Clare? What’s with you? What are

onto her face and said, “They’re in a relationship, aren’t they? Of course your uncle would support her

since he’s very reluctant to have anything to do with her now, this entire matter has been called off.

wanly. “Well, your uncle still hasn’t rejected her

ever intends to marry her, I’ll be