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

“Stop right there.”

I heard that

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

back here

grumbled. She really needed to eat

be a little more thick-skinned just

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

mouth quirked

silence. After they’d

get

and reluctant, even to

instantly got up and left the dining room with his gaze

bringing all this to

“Huh? Work?”

her. Was Matthew pretending that everything

making it up to him and wouldn’t be working at Tyson Corporation

but quickly realized that her current vague attitude towards him

were doing but understood everything clearly. At the same time, she hated their method of going about things. Clarifying everything

especially unacceptable when regarding something as tricky

would

“No, I’m not.”

made up her mind. She was not going to

her face was as solemn as if she was

through the depth of his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

last night. I’m not going to repay you in any way, 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 to see you

it’d be to force

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

dug into her palms from how strongly she was gripping her bag.

“Ah!”

had been holding back, all her determination, and all her

was dragging her onto a car, completely disregarding the

seat, Matthew got in the

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

past

held on to the door handle with all her might, pressing herself back into the car seat

a sidelong glance. “Relax. If you die,

want to

do as

eyes shut, her heart beating in her throat as all

smirked, slowing the

to a stop. Clarissa’s legs felt like jelly as she stumbled

while before she looked up and realized that they had arrived in front of an abandoned factory. There were weeds

meeting

you scared I’ll rape and murder

as if he could

is not that kind of

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

speechless, Clarissa furrowed her eyebrows together, her pale face grew even paler as her

her and picked her up in his

or