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.

…

with a slightly red face, walked up to

it’s not

all, someone like Mr. Tyson can be quite charming. However, his relationship

not his mistress,” Clarissa firmly

Yaala, “Well, I was in a relationship with

understand the

powerless like Clarissa was the one who always suffered

sympathized with her, even felt sorry for

is a two-timer?” she

in silence, before muttering,

brows, confused with Clarissa’s reply. Does she

the

the outside media make it to be. No matter what, I’ve already broken up with him. I’m not looking to get back together with him either. I know this sounded like a contradiction but surely you can understand

Yaala sighed.

can

can’t let go of Matthew Tyson. Sure, she may have said that she doesn’t want to rekindle the relationship. But with her soft heart, and Mr. Tyson’s persistence and perseverance – they will

did not believe

marriages for them

he really marry a nobody

troubled by this question in

at a loss of what to

keep your pure heart

lost their pure hearts. In fact, hadn’t she lost hers a long

done, what needed to be said must still be

I understand perfectly what

with her mobile phone. Returning to her apartment, she took a shower. After

and went to

Ring…ring…ring…

Seeing an unfamiliar number, she

“Hello, who’s there?”

“I’m downstairs!”

the end of the line. In the dark

in her heart. Why isn’t he

cold tone before adding impatiently, “If there’s nothing

to

“No can do.”

sleep then. Good

almost choked.

why Matthew had meant by such a

matter what, she decided not to care and

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

of comfortable warmth to the weather

nothing to do these few days, she decided to go off for some leisurely stroll. Four years of college in D City, she had not even visited any famous

pair of white trousers, and a small hat, she also decided to loosen her hair. After tinting her eyebrows, eyes,

did not call for a taxi but rather decided to take the

reached the bus stop sign, the all-familiar black car

parked itself next to Clarissa. With the car’s window

chose to

“Clare, get in.”

heard anything. I’ll just pretend not

slender figure stood in front of Clarissa, exuding an