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.

cold as he said, “I’m here

come here to visit

her face

and asked timidly, “Matt, you know Ms. Quigley, that screenwriter, don’t you? She’s really pretty. With that face of hers, she’s bound to

his eyes and leaned back against his seat

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

pulled up outside Shermaine’s hotel. She felt a little sad to leave Matthew just

it’s still early, isn’t it? Why don’t you come upstairs and rest

her with his dark eyes. His gaze was so intense that Shermaine started to feel a

loose strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled

finally looked away. “No, thanks. You should

but she threw one last smile at Matthew before obeying his orders.

front of the hotel a long time ago. Although Shermaine and Matthew hadn’t

while later, her

going to carry on

her accessories off and slammed them down on her

Keep your nose out of my

difficulty, although the expression on

care how she felt. She turned to Lizzie and

to buy the rights to her original works because of how well they were written. She’s been gaining quite a lot

she doesn’t have

you mean

and investigate her family background

do you

and look it up for me! Stop asking me so many questions!” Shermaine roared.

Shermaine said blandly, “Oh, by the way, fire that assistant for

she didn’t ask any questions. Shermaine had changed her assistants so many times that

it. I’ll leave first,

for a while. She made a call to someone, but that person hung up

displeasure. She flung the phone against the wall viciously and hissed, “Just

who was being cursed out by Shermaine, was on a

pick up the

was Shermaine Smallwood. By the way, I was just going to ask you—is it true that she’s the female lead for

“Yes.”

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

your uncle’s

after Shermaine’s scandal. Uncle Matt probably recommended her as the female lead in order to boost her popularity. The frustrating thing is that it’s probably going to work because of the number of

continued complaining, but Clarissa didn’t

What’s with you? What are

said, “They’re in a relationship, aren’t they? Of course your uncle would

Uncle Matt doesn’t even like her at all—our families joked about a marriage pact between them when they were still toddlers, that’s all. However, since he’s very reluctant to have anything to do with her now, this entire matter has been called off. Otherwise, my grandmother would have accepted Shermaine into our family long ago. However, that witch just doesn’t know when she’s not wanted—her skin is thicker than the roof of a house!

your uncle still hasn’t rejected her outright, hasn’t

I’ll be