You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Meanwhile, Clarissa began shouting like crazy again as Matthew carried her out of the restaurant.

“Help! Somebody, help! This man is trying to rape me! Help! Hey, let me go! I’m not finished with that b*tch! Let me at her! Let me at her, I said!”

This went on throughout the entire trip back to her apartment. It wasn’t until Matthew tossed her onto her bed that she finally stopped.

Matthew tidied up his messy shirt as he stood by the side of the bed and admired the petite woman before him.

Her eyes were shut as she rubbed her rosy cheeks on the blanket. Her skirt rode up during the struggle earlier, revealing a pair of smooth and sexy thighs.

As Matthew turned around to leave the bedroom, Clarissa opened her eyes suddenly and began giggling at him.

He stopped in his tracks, turned around, only to see her flinging the rest of her clothes off and wrapping the blanket over her naked body. She then closed her eyes again and was fast asleep shortly after.

Matthew gritted his teeth. He took a deep breath as he took one last glance at her before quickly walking out of the room.

Instead of going back to his place, he spent the night on the sofa instead.

The next day, Clarissa woke up with a hangover. She struggled with all her might just to drag herself out of bed. She was rubbing her forehead and tried to recall what happened last night as she made her way out of the bedroom.

However, try as she might, she couldn’t seem to remember anything after she got drunk. All she could think of was what Matthew said before she started downing those drinks.

He said, “Break up with him, then.” Does that mean he wants to break up with me?

A sharp pain tore through her chest at the thought of that. It was so intense that it felt suffocating, and she found her reddened eyes tearing up as well.

So I was cold and rude to him this one time. Does he really have to go so far as to break up with me? Am I just overestimating my importance to him, or is he just that petty?

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The shrill noise of her phone’s ringtone snapped her out of it. While looking for her phone, she saw a man’s clothes on the sofa.

This belongs to Matthew! He probably left it behind after changing, which would mean… He stayed here with me last night?

Feeling a lot better, Clarissa reached for her phone and answered the call.

“Hey, Clary! It’s Mom. Are you free anytime soon? Zach is thinking of inviting you over for dinner.”

“No, I’m not going.” Clarissa turned her down cold.

“Come on, it’s just for dinner. What’s there to be afraid of? Besides, you got into a fight with Yvonne last night, didn’t you? She slapped me the moment she came home and said it was all because of you! Don’t you think you should at least come apologize to her?”

Clarissa frowned. “A fight?”

I think I remember a tiny bit of what happened… Did

so you don’t have to be afraid. We can’t just pretend to be strangers forever if you’re going to settle down in D City, you know? By the way, Yvonne tells us you’ve been

with

dinner with

“That’s right.”

then. Come by for dinner this Saturday

phone before she could say anything. However, it wasn’t the family dinner that

the sofa and clutched it tightly as she wondered what he

with excitement when she got a call

I’ll meet you at Tyson Corporation instead! I’m really free right now, so

the phone. It’s clear as day what Ms. Quigley’s intentions are! Well, I guess it’s understandable, given how scary Mr. Tyson has been lately. Maybe I should give them

at Tyson Corporation shortly after, and Hector

shouted at

his reply. “Mr. Tyson, please keep in mind that my services don’t normally cover such trivial cases like

“Get out!”

a little too big,

and was about to say something when they

as she let

“Hello, Ms. Quigley.”

smile in return before shifting

“Hi, Uncle Matthew!”

voice sounded both nervous and

in response, much to Hector’s amusement, as he watched from the

seat, Ms. Quigley. This is the proposed compensation from Twilight Company. They’ve agreed to all

the mood for that to begin with,

that’ll be all. Thank you very much for

me too much credit, Ms. Quigley. I’m simply following Mr. Tyson’s orders. You should thank him instead. Well

Hector quickly left the office to give

had been keeping his head low the whole time while

she wasn’t complaining

in complete

crazy how Matthew is usually as cold as ice, and yet unbelievably

awkwardness continued to rise, Clarissa started to fidget uncomfortably in

was actually observing her from the corner of his eye periodically. He frowned when

are you still here?” he

that. However, instead of leaving, she

Wham!

at him, only to shrink back nervously when he looked

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