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.

around, Clarissa was at the

“Stop right there.”

I heard that

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

back here

She really

be a little more thick-skinned just

him to the dining room and took a seat

corner of Matthew’s mouth quirked up into an

in silence. After they’d finished, Clarissa

get going

and reluctant,

and left the dining

bringing all

“Huh? Work?”

came to her. Was Matthew pretending that everything from last

already told him that she wouldn’t be making it up to him and wouldn’t be working at Tyson Corporation anymore, but he

but quickly realized that

know what they were doing but understood everything clearly. At the same time, she hated their method of going about things. Clarifying everything until both sides had come to the same understanding

unacceptable when regarding something as tricky

had never thought that the day would come where she

“No, I’m not.”

was not going to keep this up any

The expression on her face was as solemn as if she was

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

“What do you mean?”

said 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.

was harder than she thought it’d be

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

gripping her bag. She bowed, biting

“Ah!”

all her self-restraint

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

Matthew

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

flying past in a blur,

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 up

“Relax. If you die,

want to

do

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

slowing the car down

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

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 a

Matthew, meeting his mocking gaze straight

I’ll rape and murder

if he could read her mind.

not that kind

late

her eyebrows together, her pale face grew even paler as her eyes

up in his arms, offering no reassurance

moving around or