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

“Stop right there.”

have I

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

here

really

I’ll be a little

followed him to the dining room and took a

Matthew’s mouth quirked up into an

in silence. After they’d finished, Clarissa

get

nervous and reluctant, even to her

got up and left the dining room with his gaze landing on her

all this to

“Huh? Work?”

came to her. Was Matthew pretending that everything from last night never

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

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

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

when regarding something as

day would come where she

“No, I’m not.”

her mind. She was not going

solemn as

through the depth of his eyes. One of his

“What do you mean?”

and I’ll stop 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

it’d be

this time Matthew was right in front of her, and she had

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

“Ah!”

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

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

the driver’s seat, Matthew

Where are

flying past in a blur, terrifying

held 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

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

don’t want to

better. Then, do as I

shut, her heart beating in her throat as all the

the car

Clarissa’s legs felt like

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

stared cautiously at Matthew, meeting his

you scared I’ll rape and murder

if he could read her

not that kind of

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

grew even paler as her eyes darted

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

or I’ll