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.

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

“Stop right there.”

have I heard that

she stopped and turned to watch as Matthew walked leisurely down the stairs. Dressed in a grey suit

back here and

She really needed to

be a little

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

mouth quirked up into

silence. After they’d

get going

nervous and reluctant, even

dining room with his gaze landing on

bringing all this to

“Huh? Work?”

Was Matthew pretending that everything from last night

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

upon coming to that conclusion but quickly realized that her current vague attitude towards

were doing but understood everything clearly. At the same time, she hated their method of going about things. Clarifying everything until both sides had come to the same

regarding something as tricky

thought that the day would come where she was being ambiguous

“No, I’m not.”

up her mind. She was not going to keep this

solemn as if she was getting ready to head

his eyes. One of his hands fidgeted

“What do you mean?”

and I’ll stop working for the Tyson Corporation. I’ll

she thought it’d be to force

Matthew was right in front of her, and

was gripping her bag. She bowed, biting

“Ah!”

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

car, completely disregarding

seat, Matthew got in the car and

of me! Where are you going?

outside was flying past in a blur,

the car seat as much as she

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

don’t want to

Then, do as

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

slowing the car down

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

long while before she looked up and realized that they had arrived in front of an abandoned factory. There were weeds and overgrown grass everywhere, like a location in a movie where people

cautiously at Matthew, meeting his mocking

you scared I’ll rape and murder

as if he could

Matthew is not that kind of

to think you were calling me Mr. Tyson just now. Well, it’s too late to go back on your words, I

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

Matthew walked over to her and picked her up in his arms, offering no

or I’ll really kill