You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 32

At his question, Clarissa froze. Everything she had planned to say got lodged in her throat unexpectedly.

How had she never realized how shameless this man was?

He carried that monk-like look of extreme calm everywhere he went. However, when it came to her, he felt it appropriate to unleash his brutish nature.

“Uncle Matthew, Mr. Tyson, what are you trying to do?”

Matthew’s lips curled into a smile. His eyes flickered with amusement, but that disappeared too quickly for Clarissa to notice.

However, as he lazed around in his chair, he seemed to be in a rather good mood.

He swept another look at Clarissa’s body. She was wearing a set of short pajamas—he wished he had taken the chance to caress her legs more just now.

His fingers shifted slightly as his eyes took on a steely glint, making Clarissa feel extremely uneasy.

She sat down on the sofa opposite him, waiting for him to give her an explanation.

Indeed, after he blew out a ring of smoke, he said in a low voice, “You know exactly what I’m trying to do.”

Clarissa felt a wave of anger rise in her again. What sort of answer was that?

She retorted stubbornly, “No, I really don’t.”

“Oh, is that so? Why don’t I show you again…”

The moment he said this, Clarissa jumped up and ran into another corner of the room, putting as much distance between them as she could. She was afraid that he might actually make good on his threat.

Angrily, she said, “You…hold up!”

Matthew raised an eyebrow and gazed at her intently.

Clarissa frowned. Suspicion and displeasure were written all over her little face.

“I’ve told you this before—we’re not compatible with each other. Not only are we too far apart in age, but we have a different perspective on love too. You already have the beautiful Shermaine Smallwood, so who am I to you? I can’t be bothered to play games with you anymore—I never did. To put it simply for you, Matthew, I absolutely refuse to be a third party to your relationship. I will not be your mistress.”

By the time she finished speaking, her expression had turned cold and aloof again.

She gazed disdainfully at the man before her. To think she had respected him so much before! He had turned out to be nothing more than a lustful jerk.

Were all rich men as hard to satisfy as him? Matthew already had the most beautiful woman in D City, but he seemed to be combing the streets for a mistress, too.

Clarissa didn’t understand him, but she didn’t really want to, anyway.

Aside from disdain, her expression now took on shades of annoyance and disgust.

Matthew’s eyes narrowed into a thin line as he motioned her over with his fingers. However, Clarissa shook her head in refusal.

Did he think she was a dog or something? How could he try and call her over in that demeaning way?

Matthew’s eyes darkened as he realized that they were locked in a stalemate.

“Is this because of Shermaine?”

“I’m not going to answer that. Just know that I will never submit to you.”

Never submit to him?

logic, Matthew was the oppressor, and she was

I’m not in a relationship with Shermaine. I just know her because our families

pursed her lips in annoyance. “Your families arranged a marriage between the two of you when you were kids. What sort of

deviously.

you wish! I

Clarissa shivered and nearly bit down on her own

time she was born, I was already twelve years old. My relatives teased me all because I held her for a few seconds, that’s all. I wouldn’t call it an arranged marriage. Anyway, I’m much too old compared to

regretted saying this almost as soon

well. She laughed mockingly and said, “Haha, what a coincidence! I’m the same age as Shermaine,

embarrassed. He put out the

help but feel that, cold as he was, Matthew was

to laugh. All she wanted was for him to leave right now and let her off the

said it yourself! Our age gap

say

I think it’s best if you

leave—instead, he walked even closer to her, cornering her

hungry pack of wolves. Left without a way to escape,

come over, or I’m going to

into laughter at the

“Go on, scream.”

suddenly remembered that this cliched phrase that always appeared in the movies. Scream as much as you like, no one is going

disappeared, and she suddenly wanted to laugh

Matthew quickly pressed his lips against hers. However, he

Tonight, I’m going to stay right

“You can’t do that…hmm!”

his lips against hers again before she could

As Matthew carried her over to the bed,

a sudden rush of cold, Clarissa looked up to realize that he had disappeared into the bathroom. She buried her head in her pillow and threw herself around the bed in humiliation, wishing that

him in the face again after today? She had insisted on chasing him away, but

herself to

she hated that guy who

made up his mind to sleep with her that night. Was she supposed to find

flee the room,

Feeling rather panicked, she wondered if she should open the door to the person standing

the person seemed to have a great deal of patience. After a while, they knocked

walked over to the door and cracked it

“You…”

a bland smile on his face and a bag

are Mr.

mean? Mr. Tyson isn’t in my room at all. You—you must have sent it to the wrong place. Take it

to smile gently at her. He pressed the bag

completely mistaken. Your boss isn’t in my

her and grabbed

forget the expression on Clarissa’s face for as long

his laughter, he shot a look at Mr. Tyson and

downstairs

“Yes, Mr. Tyson.”

in the act. Feeling rather guilty, she muttered, “You can

behind her, and Donnie

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