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.

while Matthew was not around, Clarissa was at the

“Stop right there.”

have I heard that

down the stairs. Dressed in a grey suit that complemented his

back here

She really needed to

a little more thick-skinned

followed him to the dining room and took a seat

mouth quirked up

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

get

sounded nervous and reluctant, even to

and left the dining room

bringing all this to

“Huh? Work?”

pretending

to him and

realized that her current

the same time, she hated their method of going about things. Clarifying everything until both sides had come to the same understanding was more

unacceptable when regarding something as tricky as

never thought that the day would come where she was being

“No, I’m not.”

up her mind. She was not going to keep this

on her face was as solemn as if

his eyes. One of his hands fidgeted

“What do you mean?”

working for the Tyson Corporation. I’ll be leaving now. Thank

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

she said it yesterday because this time Matthew was right in front of her, and she had to

nails dug into her palms from how strongly she was gripping her bag. She bowed, biting

“Ah!”

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

car, completely disregarding

Matthew got in the car

Let go of me! Where are you going? Drive

flying past in a

with all her might, pressing herself back into the car seat as much as she could,

If you

don’t want

Then, do as

to squeezing her eyes shut, her heart

the car down

stop. Clarissa’s legs felt

was a 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

at Matthew, meeting his mocking gaze straight

I’ll

as if he could read her mind. Clarissa’s

not that kind

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

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

in his arms, offering no reassurance

moving around or