You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa could struggle with her might, but she couldn’t pry free from Matthew’s arms.

In the end, she fell limp in his arms, heaving in exhaustion. With her messy hair and crumpled outfit, she was all flushed.

Finally, she stopped struggling. However, to her surprise, Matthew released her.

Clarissa was about to leave when Yaala walked over. Seeing the former’s disheveled appearance was like catching them red-handed.

More so when the male protagonist’s coat was lying on the ground, and the female protagonist’s dress was messy. Her face was meanwhile flushed…

It looked as if what had gone on here before had been quite intense.

“Hehe… I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion.”

“Not so, Ms. Zaha. You’ve misunderstood…”

Clarissa felt like crying. She wanted to stop Yaala from leaving, but she halted and hurriedly tidied herself up.

She turned her head and looked fiercely at Matthew. She also stared at Matthew’s coat that fell on the ground, which seemingly added insult to her injured pride.

Matthew’s expression was indifferent, however, a smile seemed to have flashed across his gaze.

As Clarissa turned to leave, he growled softly, “Clare, I don’t agree to your proposed break-up.”

Pausing, Clarissa turned her head and raised her eyebrows. Those beautiful eyes that were staring back were full of mockery and coldness.

“So? For me, when I said break up, I mean it seriously.”

“Okay then,” Matthew agreed yet uttered another surprising statement, “I’ll just pursue you once more.”

“Who gave you the right to say that? You’re someone else’s fiancé!”

“Clare, would you listen to me? What have I done exactly? I’m not anyone’s husband, much less anyone’s fiancé. But I’ll say this: in the future, I’ll be your husband. And that’s for sure.”

“…”

Clarissa cursed secretly in her heart. What a shameless man.

Even though she did not utter those words, her cold eyes seemingly conveyed the message.

She uttered, “This has nothing to do with me. I don’t want to know either.”

“Good. I won’t mention it anymore then. You just have to accept my pursuit.”

“Fat chance!”

Clarissa decided not to waste any more time arguing with him, hence she lifted her skirt, turned, and walked away.

As she left, Matthew stared at her back until her silhouette disappeared from his sight. After a long time, he finally bent down and picked up his coat, only to find fresh footprints on it.

Jeremy, who happened to be standing near, initially had not wanted to peek at the whole going-on. Seeing Matthew walking out, he could not help but asked, “Hey, Matt. Such a dirty coat. Might as well chuck it away. Why are you still carrying it?”

“Clare did this to the coat.”

Matthew’s reply caught Jeremy off guard.

Woah. Why’s Matt acting like an idiot here?

Jeremy fidgeted uncomfortably as his expression twitched. He was at a loss of what to say and could only give a dry laugh. “Hehe,” he uttered awkwardly, his eyes fixated on the coat while feeling a certain pain at the sight.

…

a slightly red face, walked up to Yaala

not what

be nosy. After all, someone like Mr. Tyson can be quite charming. However,

his mistress,” Clarissa firmly

whispered to Yaala, “Well, I was in a relationship with him. But knowing of his relationship with Shermaine, I broke

understand the

powerless like Clarissa was the one who always suffered in this kind

even felt

Tyson is

muttering,

brows, confused with Clarissa’s reply. Does she still

go of the whole thing yet, could

again. Yet I still believe in his upright character. His affair with Shermaine probably isn’t as scandalous as the outside media

Yaala sighed.

can understand. How

Tyson. Sure, she may have said that she doesn’t want to rekindle the relationship. But with her soft

not believe in Matthew’s character at all,

is not the question of character. Rather, due to the positions of these people in society, marriages for them are simply avenues to advance their interests. Even if he really does love Clarissa, what could that

marry a nobody

Yaala felt troubled by this question in

at a loss of what to

pure heart all

their

even though this statement was easier said than done, what needed to be said must

“Ms. Zaha, I

around for long. She left and called for a ride home with her mobile phone. Returning to her apartment, she took a shower.

smirked and

Ring…ring…ring…

ringtone rang. Seeing an unfamiliar number, she

“Hello, who’s there?”

“I’m downstairs!”

of the line. In the dark of the night, the

snorted in her heart. Why isn’t he passive

before adding impatiently, “If there’s nothing

to

“No can do.”

sleep then.

almost choked.

did not comprehend why Matthew had meant by

what, she decided not to care and

her own after a good night’s sleep. Swiping her phone lazily, she went to her kitchen,

a bit of comfortable warmth to the

even visited any famous or historical spots around the city. All her time had been spent either studying or making money. Therefore, she

such a good mood, she decided to dress up. Putting on a loose blue shirt, a pair of white trousers, and a small hat, she also decided to loosen her

did not call for a

soon as she reached the bus stop sign, the all-familiar black car appeared

parked itself next to Clarissa. With the car’s window wound down, Matthew’s nonchalant and

Clarissa chose

“Clare, get in.”

don’t know this man. I haven’t heard anything.

car. His slender figure stood in front of Clarissa, exuding an air of