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?

the

a relationship with Shermaine. I just

annoyance. “Your families arranged a marriage between the two of you when you were kids. What sort of relationship do you

deviously.

you

dark eyes. Clarissa shivered and nearly bit down on her own

old. My relatives teased me all because I held her

this almost as

mockingly and said, “Haha, what a coincidence! I’m the same

He put out the

that, cold as he was, Matthew was rather amusing to watch

for him to leave right now

said it yourself! Our age

say it, you

best if

didn’t turn to leave—instead, he walked

of wolves. Left without a way to escape, she had no choice

over, or I’m going

burst into laughter at the expression

“Go on, scream.”

remembered that this cliched phrase that always appeared in the movies. Scream as much as you like,

disappeared, and she

tried to say something, but Matthew quickly pressed his lips against hers. However, he didn’t kiss her deeply this time—instead, he grazed his lips gently against

going anywhere. Tonight, I’m going to

“You can’t do that…hmm!”

against hers

as though she was getting more light-headed by the minute. As Matthew carried her over to the bed, she felt

the bathroom.

look him in the face again after today? She had insisted on chasing him away, but one kiss from him had made her

herself to

however, she hated that guy

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

going to flee the room,

rolled off the bed. Feeling rather panicked, she

have a great deal of patience. After a while, they knocked loudly on

over to the door

“You…”

his face and a bag

Quigley, these are Mr.

“What—what do you mean? Mr. Tyson isn’t in my room at all. You—you must have sent it to

gently at her. He pressed the bag

mistaken. Your boss isn’t in my

arm reached around her and grabbed the bag of clothes from her

expression on Clarissa’s face for as long

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

ordered, “Wait for me downstairs

“Yes, Mr. Tyson.”

and left. Behind him, Clarissa looked as though she had been caught in the act. Feeling rather guilty, she muttered, “You can stay here

the door shut behind her, and Donnie could no longer hear their

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