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?

was the oppressor,

relationship with Shermaine. I just know her because our families

lips in annoyance. “Your families arranged a marriage between the two of you when

smiled deviously. “Are you

Ha, you wish!

moment, she met Matthew’s dark eyes. Clarissa shivered and nearly bit down on her own

me all because I held her for a few seconds, that’s all. I

almost as soon as he

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

He put out the cigarette and fell

feel that, cold as he was, Matthew was

dare to laugh. All she wanted was for him to

age gap is

didn’t say

think it’s best if

he didn’t turn to leave—instead, he walked even closer to her, cornering her straight

way to escape, she had no choice but to twist her neck

come over, or I’m going

into laughter at the expression on

“Go on, scream.”

that this cliched phrase that always appeared in the movies. Scream

her anxiety disappeared, and she suddenly

against hers. However, he didn’t kiss her deeply this time—instead, he grazed his lips gently against hers, growling softly as he

going anywhere. Tonight, I’m going to stay right here in your

“You can’t do that…hmm!”

pressed his lips against hers again before she

as though she was getting more light-headed by the minute. As Matthew carried her

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

had insisted on chasing him away, but one

herself

all, however, she hated that guy who was currently showering

to sleep with her that

flee the

Feeling rather panicked, she wondered if she should open the door

a great deal of patience.

door and cracked

“You…”

was standing outside with a bland smile on his face and a bag of clothes in his

these are Mr. Tyson’s

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

to smile gently at her. He pressed the bag of clothes

you’re completely mistaken. Your

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

never forget the expression on Clarissa’s face

back his laughter, he shot a look at Mr.

“Wait for me downstairs at six

“Yes, Mr. Tyson.”

act. Feeling rather

behind her, and Donnie could no longer hear

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