You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa had slept until the next afternoon.

When she woke up, she laid down blankly for a while before realizing where she was.

Hearing voices outside, she got up, looked at her crumpled clothes, changed into a T-shirt and shorts, and walked out of the room.

Catherine was talking softly to the nanny while kneading dough.

When she saw Clarissa coming out, the old lady acted as if nothing happened and smiled. “You’ve woken up? You must be hungry after sleeping for so long. I’m making dumplings with Julia; they’re ready in no time. I also made your favorite pancakes! Eat as much as you want.”

Clarissa’s eyes were a little swollen, and her hair was messy, but she was unaware of it as she didn’t look in the mirror. She sat in front of her grandmother and hugged her coquettishly.

“Grandma, I love you so much. You’re the best grandmother in the world.”

The old lady laughed and poked Clarissa’s forehead with her flour-stained fingers.

“Come on. I become the best grandmother only when I feed you? Look at how messy you look! Go wash up quickly.”

“I don’t want to! I’m still your baby even if I look like a mess.”

“You…” Catherine smiled helplessly. “Alright, don’t act like a baby when you’re already a big girl. Go wash up, and you can eat.”

“Alright.” Clarissa pecked her grandmother on the cheek. After a shower, she felt refreshed.

After helping Catherine with the dumplings, Julia fried them while Clarissa and her grandmother sat in the living room and listened to the music playing from her phone while munching on snacks.

One of the old lady’s habits was listening to music, and Clarissa hummed along somewhat inaccurately to it.

Her grandmother suddenly asked, “Didn’t you say you had a boyfriend? Did you come back because you fought with each other? Or something else?”

Her chewing stopped, and she shook her head.

“No, we didn’t fight. It has nothing to do with him; it’s because of something at work.”

She only remembered that she didn’t inform Matthew about leaving D City in a hurry and was worried that he would be angry at her for turning off her phone.

“Did you tell him that you came back?”

Clarissa shook her head truthfully. “No.”

The old lady couldn’t help complaining, “Sigh. Can you hurry up and tell him already? Don’t make him worried about you. I know that you tend to hide in your room whenever something happened, but you’re a big girl now, and you’ll live the rest of your life with your loved one when I’m gone…” She sighed. “Clare, Grandma knows that you’re used to being independent, but you don’t always have to do so. It’s all my fault, I’m so old, and I can’t help you with anything…”

Clarissa almost cried when she saw her grandmother like this.

“Grandma, don’t say that…You’re making me feel bad. You have to stay with me for the rest of my life. You can’t leave…”

go and call

then reluctantly took out her phone and called Matthew but

right now. I’ll

lady did not force her, nor did she ask what happened as she knew Clarissa wouldn’t

and strong girl. Nevertheless, the old

early lunch, Clarissa walked with her grandmother downstairs to the square. Then, they went home after she watched the old lady join her friends for a dance session until around 8

the entrance of the apartment, Catherine circled it and complained, “Whose car is this? Which unscrupulous guy dared to block

eyelids twitched at the sight

always nag me for not exercising? Let

nearby and don’t go too

You can go up

grandmother went upstairs, Clarissa stood by

a long

Is it a mistake?

car and looked at the license plate. It was him

she knocked on the rear car window, but the driver got off instead of the man in the back

“Ms. Quigley.”

driver greeted politely

softly, opened the

she got in, he

upset with

explained simply, “I was fired from the company during the day and had a bad encounter, so

to face her and gazed

“That’s it?”

already in a bad mood as she suppressed her emotions, and his overbearing presence frustrated her even

“That’s it.”

away

his gaze grew colder, and the

not comfort her, but his frosty attitude had also annoyed her, and she lost her patience. “Thank you for dropping by to see me. It’s getting late; my grandmother is

car, slammed

expression darkened, and his

…

bad to worse when she

she thought of making up an excuse about working on

of turning on her computer as she was traumatized by the hate comments

why the same readers who liked her work

not help her face the music. Besides, her insomnia was probably because of sleeping too much in

go for a jog instead. Then, she bought breakfast for

the world for several days, her phone rang when she