You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Matthew carried Clarissa into the house and straight upstairs into the bathroom of one of the bedrooms.

Clarissa didn’t care whatever Matthew did to her. She had not recovered from the shock she had earlier and acted as if she had given up on her life. There was no resistance from her at all.

Only when Matthew was about to unbutton her shirt did Clarissa caught Matthew’s fingers and muttered in a sulky manner.

“Let me do it myself.”

Matthew’s eyes glistened. He retracted his hands and lowered his gaze at the petite body.

“Can you go out?”

“What if I say no?”

Clarissa didn’t say anything else. She clung onto her collar tight and merely sat there.

It was unpleasant for Clarissa to be stuck in this stalemate. However, out of Clarissa’s expectation, Matthew left the washroom a moment later.

Silence blanketed the washroom, except for the dripping of water from the tap.

Matthew sunk his body into the sofa in the room. His legs were crossed together and he looked graceful. One of his arms lay on top of the armrest, the other one holding on to a cigarette. A puff of smokes emerged from his mouth.

His collar was unbuttoned, and his sleeves were rolled up all the way to his elbow. The soft light of the room reflected off the surface of his relaxed face.

It was what Clarissa saw when she got out of the bathroom. Even though he was resting, his presence still pervaded the entire room.

Clarissa was in Matthew’s bathrobe as she had nothing to change into. She wrapped the bathrobe around herself so tight as if her body was allergic to light.

Clarissa didn’t wake him up. Barefooted, she stalked to the balcony.

It was quite chilly outside. Even though the Zen Highlands was immersed in the dark, a million stars lit up the night sky.

It was very rare to be able to behold a sky full of stars in D City.

Clarissa felt cold after some time. She tugged on her bathrobe tighter and turned around. To her surprise, Matthew was not far behind her. His smoldering eyes were staring ahead.

A breeze ruffled up Clarissa’s hair. She tucked in a few strands of hair behind her ear and strode into the room awkwardly.

“Thank-”

Clarissa seemed to think of something else before she could finish her sentence.

Matthew’s expression remained forbidding as ever.

Clarissa didn’t know what to say to Matthew other than thanking him. Suddenly, the ringing of her phone echoed through the room.

Clarissa picked up her pace and went to the washroom to pick up her phone.

“Clare? I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up your phone earlier! I didn’t hear it ringing. It’s so late now and you’re still awake? You have anything to tell me?”

“Oh umm, it’s fine now…”

Clarissa then pretended to sound lethargic, “I’m so sleepy now! Yawn, let’s talk tomorrow, alright? Bye!”

Upon hanging up the call, Clarissa found herself looking straight into Matthew’s inquisitive eyes.

Pfft.

face was as red

could feel the mirth

it’s so late now. You should rest first.

if to mock

her and entered

she thought of the

No!

greatest shame she had ever

clothes. She had even planned to wash them after Matthew left the room so she could wear them

and pounded herself on her head.

longer hear any sound from the bathroom, she made a break for the bed and wrapped herself in the

her. Then, she could feel her bed sinking in further.

are you trying to

was nervous, her

involuntarily writhed her lips and

she spoke,

got onto the bed himself. He was only wearing loose-fitting sweatpants. His washboard abs and his bulging chest

Cough, cough!

from the Greek statue. Don’t look at him! Don’t look

lay down on the bed and propped his head on his hand as

her movement, Clarissa’s bathrobe was loosened. Matthew

clothes. Now, he didn’t have to see with his own eyes to

Clarissa was, he would have

When she

“W-what are you-”

my

right away. “I will find another room to

Clarissa soon learned why upon leaving the room. She regretted her decision as she looked down the

It was as quiet as the wood in late winter. The floor was covered in a pale yellow light. Clarissa continued along the corridor and found another room on the

pitch black downstairs, and as silent as the graves. Clarissa could hear each of her breaths whisking in and out of her. She was beginning to feel appalled by her idea of going downstairs as her imagination

her as if she was afraid

she got to the second floor, she halted her steps

wanted to bawl her eyes out

How can this be?

not a single servant in here. Also, why are

This is ridiculous!

Why…

blew past

“Why aren’t you moving?”

“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”

shriek sliced through

shut her eyes as she floundered around while she shrieked

into laughter. His voice was deep and

and opened her eyes. Matthew was leaning against the wall with a nonchalant grin

Matthew, I am

was so terrified just now that it wouldn’t be a surprise if she killed Matthew, with all the stress pent

tiny hands, securing them behind her back. Clarissa was

motion, Clarissa’s bathrobe slipped to reveal her fair shoulders and slender thighs. They were testing Matthew’s ability to hold back his lust. Worst still, her