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.

her chances while Matthew was not around, Clarissa was at the doorway putting

“Stop right there.”

I

memory, but she stopped and turned to watch as Matthew walked leisurely down the stairs. Dressed in a grey suit that complemented his well-built

here

She really needed to eat something

little more thick-skinned just for

away behind, she followed him to the dining room and took a seat at the

Matthew’s mouth quirked up into an

breakfast in silence. After they’d finished,

I’ll get going

nervous and reluctant,

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

all

“Huh? Work?”

her. Was Matthew pretending that everything from

making it up to him and

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

she hated their

when regarding something as tricky

the day would come where she was being ambiguous

“No, I’m not.”

was not going to keep this up any

on her face was as solemn as if she

through the depth of his eyes. One of his hands

“What do you mean?”

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

than she thought it’d be to force

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

her bag. She bowed, biting her bottom lip, then turned

“Ah!”

determination, and all her self-restraint dissipated as soon as she let

a car, completely disregarding the stares they were

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

Let go of me! Where are you going? Drive slower, please,

scenery outside was flying past in a

the car seat as much as she could, even though every

gave her a sidelong glance. “Relax. If you die, at least we’ll die

don’t want

Then, do

shut, her heart beating in her

the car down

legs felt like jelly as she stumbled

they had arrived in front of an abandoned factory.

stared cautiously at Matthew, meeting his mocking gaze

scared I’ll rape and

he could read her

Uncle Matthew is not

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

even paler as her eyes darted

her and picked her up in his arms, offering no reassurance and letting her imagination run

or I’ll