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.”

I heard

and turned to watch as Matthew walked leisurely down the stairs. Dressed in a grey suit that complemented his well-built frame, his sharp gaze was locked onto

here

stomach grumbled. She really needed to eat

a little more thick-skinned just

behind, she followed him to the dining room and took

quirked up into an undetectable

breakfast in silence. After they’d finished, Clarissa made to leave

get going

and reluctant,

dining

bringing all

“Huh? Work?”

her. Was Matthew pretending that everything from last

and wouldn’t be working at Tyson Corporation anymore, but he

that

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

unacceptable when regarding something as tricky as

thought that the day would come where she

“No, I’m not.”

not going to keep this up

was as solemn as if she was getting

through the depth of his eyes. One of his hands

“What do you mean?”

Tyson Corporation. I’ll be leaving

was harder than she thought it’d

time Matthew was right

palms from how strongly she was gripping her bag. She

“Ah!”

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

dragging her onto a car, completely disregarding

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

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

scenery outside was flying past in

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 from

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

don’t want

better. Then, do

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

slowing the car down

legs felt like jelly as she stumbled

up and realized that they had arrived in front of an abandoned factory. There were weeds and overgrown grass

meeting his mocking

you scared I’ll rape and murder

as if he could read

Uncle Matthew is not that

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

her eyebrows together, her pale face grew even paler as

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

or I’ll really kill