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.

around, Clarissa was at

“Stop right there.”

have I heard that

turned to watch as Matthew walked leisurely down the stairs. Dressed in a grey suit that complemented his well-built frame, his sharp gaze was locked onto

back here and

stomach grumbled. She really needed to

a little

behind, she followed him to the dining room and

Matthew’s mouth quirked up into

breakfast in silence. After they’d finished,

I’ll get going

reluctant, even to her

and left the dining room with his

all

“Huh? Work?”

Matthew pretending that everything from

and wouldn’t be working at Tyson

but quickly realized that her current vague attitude towards him did not match

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

regarding something as tricky

never thought that the day would come where she

“No, I’m not.”

She was not going

The expression on her face was as solemn as if she was getting ready to head into a

through the depth of his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

I meant what I said last night. I’m not going to repay you 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, and I hope to

was harder than she thought it’d be to force the words

Matthew was right in front of her, and

she was gripping her bag. She bowed, biting her bottom lip, then turned

“Ah!”

been holding back, all her determination, and all her

Matthew was dragging her onto a car, completely disregarding the stares they were getting from the

seat, Matthew got

of me! Where are you

was flying past in a blur, terrifying

door handle with all her might, pressing herself back into the car seat as much as she could, even though every one

glance. “Relax. If

want to

do as I

Clarissa resorted to squeezing her eyes shut, her heart beating in her throat as

the car

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

factory. There were weeds and overgrown grass everywhere, like a

Matthew, meeting his mocking gaze straight

scared I’ll rape and murder

he could read her mind. Clarissa’s lips

Matthew is not that kind of

just now. Well, it’s too late to go back on your words,

face grew even paler as her eyes

her and picked her up in his arms, offering no reassurance and

moving around or I’ll really kill