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

could feel the

now. You should rest first. We’ll talk

up as if to mock Clarissa for her

walked past her and

thought of the dirty clothes she left

No!

was squirming with the greatest shame she had

her lingerie on top of the pile of her clothes. She had even planned

and pounded herself on her head. I am

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

the sound of footsteps towards her. Then, she could feel her bed sinking in further. Immediately, Clarissa felt

are you

Clarissa was nervous,

her lips

voice was artificially sweet when she spoke, “Uncle Matthew, are you not

sweatpants. His washboard abs and his bulging

Cough, cough!

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

lips in. He lay down on the bed and propped his head on his hand as he stared at Clarissa. Her face was beginning to redden

loosened. Matthew could clearly

pile of clothes. Now, he didn’t have

what an inhibited person Clarissa was, he would have thought that she was showing him her flesh

where Matthew’s gaze was directed at, Clarissa lowered her head to look at her herself. When

“W-what are you-”

is my bedroom.”

“I will find another room to stay in. Please rest

the room. She regretted her decision as she looked

the wood in late winter. The floor was covered in a pale yellow light. Clarissa continued

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

took, she would look around her as if she

floor, she halted her steps as she stared down

instant, she just wanted to bawl

How can this be?

has such a big house but there’s not a single servant in here. Also, why

This is ridiculous!

Why…

hot air blew past her. Following it was a

“Why aren’t you moving?”

“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”

ear-piercing shriek sliced

her eyes as she floundered around while she

into laughter. His

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

I am

She was so terrified just now that it wouldn’t be a surprise if she killed

and grabbed her tiny hands, securing them behind her back.

slender thighs. They were testing Matthew’s ability to hold back his lust.