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.

was as

feel the mirth in Matthew’s

now. You should rest

if to mock Clarissa for her

past her

her lips. Suddenly, she thought of the dirty clothes she left

No!

greatest shame she had

top of the pile of her clothes. She had even planned to wash them after Matthew left the room so she could

pounded herself

she made a

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

you trying to

was nervous,

writhed her

sweet when she spoke, “Uncle Matthew,

loose-fitting sweatpants. His washboard abs and his bulging chest were all for

Cough, cough!

statue. Don’t look at

lay down on the bed and propped his head on his hand as he stared at Clarissa. Her face was

Matthew could clearly see that she

clothes. Now, he didn’t have to see with his own eyes to know that she also

Clarissa was, he would

herself. When she

“W-what are you-”

my bedroom.”

the bed right away. “I will find another room to stay in. Please rest

why upon leaving the room. She regretted her decision as

a single living soul in the entire building. 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 same floor, but the door wouldn’t

It was pitch black downstairs, and as silent as the graves. Clarissa could hear each of her breaths whisking in and out of her. She was

every step she took, she would look around her as if she was

floor, she halted her steps

instant, she just wanted to bawl her

How can this be?

psycho? He has such a big house but there’s not a single servant in here. Also, why are all of the lights off

This is ridiculous!

Why…

a draft of hot air blew past her. Following it was a soft

“Why aren’t you moving?”

“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”

ear-piercing shriek sliced through

around while she shrieked at

broke into laughter. His voice was

eyes. Matthew was leaning against the wall with a nonchalant grin on

am

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

them behind her back. Clarissa was now forced against Matthew’s ripped

were testing Matthew’s ability to hold back his lust. Worst still, her private parts could be faintly seen through her clothing, which tormented