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.

was not around, Clarissa was at the doorway putting her shoes on when he descended

“Stop right there.”

have I heard that

a finger on the memory, but she stopped and turned to watch as Matthew walked leisurely down the stairs. Dressed

back here

stomach grumbled. She really needed to eat something

a little more thick-skinned

leaving all thoughts of running away behind, she followed him to the dining room and

mouth quirked up into an

they’d finished, Clarissa made to leave

get going

nervous and reluctant, even to

left the dining room with his gaze

all this

“Huh? Work?”

Matthew pretending that everything from last

that she wouldn’t be making it up to him and wouldn’t be working at Tyson Corporation anymore, but he was

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

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

especially unacceptable when regarding something as

the day would come where she

“No, I’m not.”

mind. She was not going to keep

was as solemn

through the depth of his eyes. One

“What do you mean?”

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

it’d be to force the

Matthew was right

her palms from how strongly she was gripping her bag. She bowed, biting her bottom lip, then turned around and walked

“Ah!”

holding back, all her determination, and all

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

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

Let go of me! Where are

past in a blur,

door handle with all her might, pressing herself back into the car seat as much as she could, even though every one of her muscles was locking up from

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

want to

Then, do

faster, and Clarissa resorted to squeezing her eyes shut, her heart beating

the car down

Clarissa’s legs felt

and realized that they had arrived in front of an abandoned factory. There were weeds and overgrown grass everywhere, like a

at Matthew, meeting

you scared I’ll rape and

he could

not that kind

were calling me Mr. Tyson just now. Well, it’s too late

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

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

or