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

“Stop right there.”

have I

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

here

stomach grumbled. She really

I’ll be a little more thick-skinned just

thoughts of running away behind, she followed him to the

Matthew’s mouth quirked up into an undetectable

they’d finished, Clarissa made to leave

get going

sounded nervous and reluctant, even to her own

up and left the dining room with

bringing all this to

“Huh? Work?”

came to her. Was Matthew pretending that everything from last

making it up to him and wouldn’t be

realized that her current vague attitude towards him did not

hated people who pretended they didn’t know what they were doing but understood everything clearly. At the same time, she hated their method of going about

was especially unacceptable when regarding something

never thought that the day would come where she was

“No, I’m not.”

was not

solemn as if she was getting ready to head into a

flashed through the depth of his eyes. One of his hands fidgeted

“What do you mean?”

working for the Tyson Corporation. I’ll be leaving now. Thank you for taking care of

thought it’d be to force the words

harder than when she said it yesterday because this time Matthew was right in front of her, and she had to look straight into his

she was gripping her bag. She bowed, biting her

“Ah!”

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

moment, Matthew was dragging her onto a car, completely disregarding the stares they were

the chauffeur out of the driver’s seat, Matthew got in the car and floored

of me! Where are you going?

was flying past in a blur, terrifying

pressing herself back into the car seat as much as she

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

want

better. Then, do as

up even faster, and Clarissa resorted to squeezing her eyes shut, her heart beating

slowing the car

hour, the car finally slowed to a stop. Clarissa’s legs felt like jelly as

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

meeting his mocking gaze straight

I’ll rape and murder

as if he could

is not that kind

it’s too late to go

her eyebrows together, her pale face grew even paler

up in his arms, offering no reassurance and letting her

moving around or I’ll really