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 oppressor, and she was

with Shermaine. I just

of you when you were kids.

deviously. “Are you

Ha, you

dark eyes. Clarissa shivered and nearly bit down on her own tongue by accident. In the end, she decided to keep those

born, I was already twelve years old. My relatives teased me all because I

saying this almost

mockingly and said, “Haha, what a coincidence!

He put

couldn’t help but feel that, cold as he was, Matthew was rather amusing

for him to leave right

said it yourself! Our age gap is

didn’t say it, you

think it’s best

to leave—instead, he walked even closer to her, cornering her straight into his

prey surrounded by a hungry pack of wolves. Left without a way to escape, she

dare come over, or

laughter at the

“Go on, scream.”

movies. Scream as much

anxiety disappeared, and she suddenly wanted to laugh

However, he didn’t kiss her deeply this time—instead, he grazed

going to stay

“You can’t do that…hmm!”

pressed his lips against hers again before

the minute. As Matthew carried her over to the

immediately. Feeling 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

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

herself

she hated that guy who was

with her that night.

the room, there

shock and nearly rolled off the bed. Feeling rather panicked, she wondered if

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

walked over to the door and

“You…”

on his face and a bag of clothes in his

Quigley, these are Mr.

do you mean? Mr. Tyson isn’t in my room at all. You—you must

her. He pressed the

Your boss isn’t

her and grabbed the bag of clothes

never forget the expression on Clarissa’s face for as long as

he shot a look

“Wait for me downstairs at six

“Yes, Mr. Tyson.”

though she had been caught in the act. Feeling

bang, the door shut behind her, and Donnie

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