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.

Clarissa was at the doorway putting her shoes on when

“Stop right there.”

I

turned to watch as Matthew walked leisurely down the stairs. Dressed in a grey suit that complemented his

here and

She really needed to

a little more thick-skinned just for

thoughts of running away behind, she followed him

mouth quirked

breakfast in silence. After they’d finished, Clarissa made

I’ll get going

reluctant, even to her own

instantly got up and left the dining room with his gaze landing on her

all

“Huh? Work?”

it came to her. Was Matthew pretending that everything from last night

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

to that conclusion but quickly realized that

always hated people who 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

especially unacceptable when regarding something

that the day would

“No, I’m not.”

not going

expression on her face was as solemn as if she was getting ready

flashed through the depth of his eyes. One of his

“What do you mean?”

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

was harder than she thought it’d be

right in front

was gripping her bag. She bowed, biting her bottom lip,

“Ah!”

holding back, all her determination, and all

that moment, Matthew was dragging her onto a car, completely disregarding the stares they were

out of the driver’s seat, Matthew got in the car and floored the gas

Let go of me! Where are

flying past in a blur, terrifying

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

sidelong glance. “Relax. If

don’t want

do as I

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

slowing the

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

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

meeting his mocking gaze straight

scared I’ll rape and murder

as if he could read her

Matthew is not that kind of

Well, it’s too late to go back on your

her pale face grew even paler as her eyes darted around, searching for an

her up in his arms, offering no reassurance and

or I’ll really kill