You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

The sight of Matthew’s smile sent chills run down Clarissa’s spine.

His answer made no sense at all, but her gut told her that it implied something very dangerous.

“You asked me to be your man last night, and said that I couldn’t marry any other woman.”

“I…” Did I really say that?

Clarissa could accept that she might have actually said those things out loud.

After all, those were her true feelings. It was entirely possible that she might have accidentally spilled the beans while drunk.

Matthew’s smile grew wider as he stared at her flustered expression and heard no retaliation from her.

It was just a simple lie, but she’d accepted it so naturally as if it was the truth. Clearly, those were her actual feelings towards him.

“Clare, I said “yes”. So you can be happy and start squealing now.”

His smug, “kneel down with gratitude” expression made Clarissa’s mouth twitch in irritation.

So, she chose to deny the truth.

“Even if I did say it, I said it when I was drunk, so it doesn’t count.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow, his gaze turning slightly colder than it was before.

“You’re not going to acknowledge it?”

Clarissa hurriedly explained, “It’s not about acknowledging anything. I’m barely conscious when I’m drunk, let alone remember anything I said. Why would you take anything I promised or asked for seriously? Besides, I didn’t do anything to you, so why is this suddenly about me not acknowledging what I said? You make it sound as if I’m not responsible for my own actions.”

The last part was muttered under her breath, but she still meant it.

She had always gotten the shorter end of the stick in their relationship anyway.

If I was to really look into who should be acknowledging their own words, wouldn’t it actually be Matthew?

Seeing that Matthew had gone silent, Clarissa slowly crawled out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

Clarissa pursed her lips in embarrassment, gritting out the reply through her teeth.

“The washroom…”

Matthew’s hearty laughter rang out behind her as she rushed into the washroom to relieve herself.

Matthew was no longer in the bedroom when she came out, which was fine by her. At least she felt less awkward now.

After going downstairs, she realized that Mrs. Lawson had already prepared breakfast. Clarissa spotted a bag next to the sofa, wondering if that was hers from last night.

Why can’t I remember anything?

She couldn’t even recall how she came to be here in the first place.

It was a miracle she hadn’t just been picked up off the street by some random stranger.

Either way, it didn’t matter anymore, because Clarissa felt too guilty to stay for breakfast. What choice did she have other than packing her bags and running out the door after having presented to Matthew her resolution last night?

She was way too thin-skinned to continue staying here.

while Matthew was not around, Clarissa was at the doorway putting her shoes on when

“Stop right there.”

I heard that

Matthew walked leisurely down the stairs. Dressed in a grey suit that complemented his

back here

really needed to

I’ll be a little more

of running away behind, she followed him to the dining room and took a

of Matthew’s mouth quirked up into

breakfast in silence. After they’d finished,

get going

sounded nervous and reluctant, even to her

left the dining room with his gaze

all

“Huh? Work?”

to her. Was Matthew pretending that everything from last night never

that she wouldn’t be making it up to him and wouldn’t

quickly realized that her current vague

pretended they didn’t know what they were doing but understood everything clearly. At the same time, she hated their method of going about things. Clarifying everything until both sides had

unacceptable when regarding something as tricky as

had never thought that the day would

“No, I’m not.”

was not going to keep this

The expression on her face was as solemn as

eyes. One

“What do you mean?”

in any way, and I’ll stop working for the Tyson Corporation. I’ll be leaving now. Thank you for taking care of me for such a long time,

than she thought it’d be to force

because this time Matthew was right in front of her, and she had to look straight into his eyes as she

into her palms from how strongly she was gripping her bag. She bowed, biting her

“Ah!”

all her self-restraint

onto a car, completely disregarding the

the chauffeur out of the driver’s seat, Matthew got in

go of me! Where are you going? Drive

scenery outside was flying past in

seat as much as she could, even though every one of her

If you die, at least we’ll die

don’t want to

do as

up even faster, and Clarissa resorted to squeezing her eyes shut, her heart beating in her throat as

smirked, slowing the car

car finally slowed to a stop. Clarissa’s legs felt like jelly as she stumbled out of the car, unable to

had arrived in front of an abandoned factory. There were weeds and overgrown grass everywhere, like a location in a movie where people

stared cautiously at Matthew, meeting his

you scared I’ll rape and murder

if he could read her

Uncle Matthew is not that kind of

calling me Mr. Tyson just now. Well, it’s too late to go back on your words, I was actually planning to rape and kill

Clarissa furrowed her eyebrows together, her pale face grew even paler as her eyes darted around, searching for an escape

up in his arms, offering no

or