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.

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

“Stop right there.”

I heard

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

here and

stomach grumbled. She really

little more thick-skinned just

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

quirked up

breakfast in silence. After they’d finished,

I’ll get going

reluctant, even to her own

up and left the dining room with his gaze

bringing all this

“Huh? Work?”

Was Matthew pretending that

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

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

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

was especially unacceptable when regarding something as tricky

never thought that the day would come where

“No, I’m not.”

made up her mind. She was not going to keep this up

eyebrow. The expression on her face was as solemn as if she was getting ready to head

depth of his eyes. One of his hands fidgeted in

“What do you mean?”

working for the Tyson

it’d

she said it yesterday because this time Matthew was right in front

strongly she was gripping her bag. She bowed, biting her bottom lip, then turned around

“Ah!”

that she had been holding back, all her determination, and all her self-restraint dissipated as soon

was dragging her onto a car, completely disregarding the stares they were getting from the

Matthew

Where are you going? Drive slower, please,

scenery outside was flying past in a

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 muscles was locking

her a sidelong glance. “Relax. If you die,

don’t want

Then, do as

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

slowing the car down

slowed to a stop. Clarissa’s legs felt like jelly

arrived in front of an abandoned factory. There were weeds and overgrown grass everywhere, like a location in a movie where people dumped bodies

at Matthew, meeting his mocking gaze

I’ll rape and murder

as if he could read

is not that kind of

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

pale face grew even paler

her up in his

or I’ll really kill