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 doorway putting her shoes on when he descended the

“Stop right there.”

have I

as Matthew walked leisurely down the stairs. Dressed in a grey suit that complemented his well-built frame, his

here

stomach grumbled. She really needed to eat something

a little more thick-skinned

away behind, she followed him to the

mouth quirked

After they’d finished, Clarissa

I’ll get going

sounded nervous and reluctant, even to

the dining room with his gaze landing on

all this

“Huh? Work?”

her. Was Matthew pretending that everything from last night never

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

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

clearly. At the same time, she hated their method of going about things. Clarifying

regarding something

never thought that the day would come where she was being ambiguous

“No, I’m not.”

up her mind. She was not going to keep

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

his eyes. One of

“What do you mean?”

repay you in any way, and I’ll stop working for the Tyson Corporation. I’ll be leaving now. Thank you for

it’d be to force

right in front

her bag. She bowed, biting her bottom lip, then turned around and walked

“Ah!”

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

at that moment, Matthew was dragging her onto a car, completely disregarding the stares they were getting from

driver’s seat, Matthew got in the car

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

past in a

back into the car seat as much as she could, even though every one of her muscles was locking

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

want to

better. Then, do as I

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

the car

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

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 in

at Matthew, meeting his mocking gaze straight

I’ll rape and murder

as if he could read her

Uncle Matthew is not that kind

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

even paler

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

moving around or