You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa shot Matthew a vicious glare.

He’s right. This is all his fault!

“Yeah, you’re the shameless one!”

She clenched her jaw, feeling the strong urge to sink her teeth into Matthew.

In the end, she only lightly ground her teeth into his neck because she couldn’t bear to hurt him. Of course, the other reason was because she didn’t have the guts to do it!

A chuckle escaped Matthew’s lips, and he gently caressed the top of her head. “So, everything is on me, not you.”

Clarissa sulked prettily and said, “That’s what you say. If others know about us, they’ll definitely point fingers at me, accusing me of coveting your money and whatnot, not the other way around. Such is the world—forever ruled by sexism.”

“Why should you care what others think?”

“News flash, I’m a normal human being, of course I care!”

Clarissa couldn’t be persuaded otherwise.

Her mentality seemed to be strong, but in reality, it was quite the opposite.

Even the strongest people could be broken.

“Relax. Matthias saw the two of us together, but he doesn’t know it was you.”

“He doesn’t?”

After Clarissa’s surprise subsided, she immediately let out a sigh of relief.

She instantly broke into a brilliant smile, looking like she had just emerged victorious from a great battle.

She pushed Matthew away, completely disregarding his efforts in comforting her just a moment ago.

“Great! All is well then. You should go do your stuff; I’ll go work on my script. Lalala…”

She returned to being in a jolly mood, walking with a skip in every step as she hummed to a song.

Soon, she came back with her laptop and started writing seriously.

Matthew did not interrupt her at first. However, after staring at her for a while, he couldn’t help from grumbling, “I didn’t bring you here so that you could work.”

“Don’t interrupt me; I’m used to working at night! This is a huge deal, okay? Besides, Mr. Yates said that your company will be investing in the film. If I don’t do a good job and finish this quick, we’re all screwed, big time. That is why we, my dear Mr. Tyson, have to look at the bigger picture!”

Matthew chuckled softly but nodded in agreement.

“That’s a fair point.”

With that, he stood up and sat beside Clarissa, making sure both of their bodies were touching. Before she could protest, he shot her down with an undebatable reason.

I’ll have

argument when he put it like

do when Matthew watched while she

and because of his proximity, his warm breath would tickle the shell of her ear, distracting

country crumbled and a wild and intense scene took place between the sheets. To make things worse,

upon scrolling to that page. Her cheeks instantly turned red as she frantically

horror, Matthew had

mouse and deliberately scrolled back to the sex

don’t you think we should study this part

Clarissa was tongue-tied.

already imagined herself kicking

to verbally express her objection. “This part doesn’t need to be changed as the text and scene won’t be exactly the same. The director will shoot this sex scene to his own liking, so I can just delete

her hand in a tight grip,

care how Justin shoots it.

in an embarrassed

you tick, Clare, since we’re going

seconds. “Y-You use it on

with a blushing face. “Hurry up and let me

her, so that their breaths intertwined with each

whispered, “How can it have nothing

I wanna go to bed now. Get off me! Get off! I wanna go back

because she wouldn’t be able to

anymore. Let’s go back to the

she had previously slept in, Matthew scooped her up

a fight,

…

Clarissa found a good manager for herself, she would

signing with Hector as

asked for her friend’s opinion on how to thank Hector for doing so much for

Mr. Graham a meal, but then again, he seems to be a very busy man. So I thought, maybe a gift? But I don’t know what to get him. Giving him money will make things even more awkward, right? Besides,

Graham works for Uncle Matt, so obviously my uncle will be the one paying him. If you

well, I’m pretty sure I’ve already thanked him

abundance of friends who came and went, most of whom Clarissa either didn’t know or wasn’t familiar with. However, she was used to Ellie calling her friends over.

what do you see?” Ellie

pointed out some of

to her friend’s

of fierce-looking people barged into the private lounge. Among them was a girl whose pitiful appearance

“Ellie…”

poor girl was sobbing weakly as she looked at Ellie,

“Lucy, what’s going on?”

not answer. An unruly man dressed in punk style walked

told her to break up

is when a man hits a woman. So what if I told her to

in emphasis, fearlessly provoking him. The man’s