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.

as red

the

late now. You should

as if to

her and entered the

lips. Suddenly, she thought of the dirty clothes

No!

squirming with the greatest shame

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

fists tight and pounded herself on her

no longer hear any sound from the bathroom, she made a

her bed sinking in further. Immediately, Clarissa felt as if

you

was nervous,

writhed her

she spoke, “Uncle Matthew, are

was only wearing loose-fitting sweatpants. His washboard abs and his bulging chest were all for Clarissa to

Cough, cough!

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

the bed and propped his head on his hand as he stared at Clarissa. Her face was beginning to redden as her flush crept up from

was loosened. Matthew could clearly

the pile of clothes. Now, he

didn’t know what an inhibited person Clarissa was, he would have thought

lowered her head to look at her herself. When she saw how disheveled she was, she quickly pulled the

“W-what are you-”

is my bedroom.”

the bed right away. “I will find another room

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

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

below before her legs could bring her there. It was pitch black downstairs, and as silent as the graves. Clarissa could hear each of her breaths whisking in and out of her.

her as if she was

the second floor, she halted her steps as

she just wanted to bawl her eyes

How can this be?

Matthew a psycho? He has such a big house but there’s not a single servant in here. Also, why are all of the lights off at night? Is he trying to cut down on his

This is ridiculous!

Why…

air blew past her. Following it was a

“Why aren’t you moving?”

“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”

shriek sliced

shut her eyes as she floundered around while

broke into laughter. His voice

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

Matthew, I am

just now that it wouldn’t be a surprise if she killed Matthew,

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

ability to hold back his lust. Worst still, her private parts could be