You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Despite her protests, Clarissa was taken to a meal by Matthew.

Served with an assortment of delectable dishes at Skylight Restaurant, Clarissa decided to put a halt to her complaints.

After all, her grudges and dissatisfactions were directed at Matthew and not the delicious foods served.

Upon filing her tummy, Clarissa got up and asked the waiter for the bill.

Quickly, the manager approached in person and looked at Matthew awkwardly.

Staring directly at the manager, Clarissa demanded, “Stop looking at him. We’ve decided to go Dutch for this meal. What’s the total?”

Receiving a look of acknowledgment from Matthew, the manager smirked and revealed a number.

Clarissa’s eyelids twitched upon hearing it.

Ouch, such pain.

At such a price, even splitting the bill would cost her a small fortune.

She reluctantly pulled out her credit card while trying to keep her cool smile all the while.

“Okay then. Lead me to the cashier counter to foot this bill.”

“It’s okay. I’ll do it for you.”

Having taken Clarissa’s card, the manager turned and walked out of the private lounge.

Meanwhile, she could only patiently wait.

She tried her best to ignore Matthew, nonchalantly lowering her head to browse her phone to pass the time.

Of course, the slight commotion had attracted unwanted attention from diners around. She could feel gazes fell on her, thus making her extremely uncomfortable. Clarissa prayed in her heart that the manager would come back quickly, or she might have to go out on her own.

“Clare.” The moment Matthew’s magnetic voice called out, she could feel her heart beating feverishly.

Trying to remain calm, she chose not to answer.

Since Clarissa did not respond, Matthew’s slightly twitched, perhaps from annoyance. Taking out a cigarette, he lit it between his fingers, took a deep huff, and puffed out a cloud of smoke.

The smell of smoke whiffed into Clarissa’s personal breathing space. This was what she was accustomed to: the smell of Matthew.

Slightly disturbed, she heard him said, “Just so you know. The rumors between Shermaine and I were orchestrated by the Smallwoods.”

Clarissa could not help but smirk. She could clearly see that the scandal did have the Smallwoods orchestration written all over it. However for him to act on the same page as the Smallwoods intended, could it be that his hands were tied?

her mind, Matthew continued to explain, “During that period, mother used her illness as a pretext to get Shermaine to visit her often. And every time mother asked me to pick her up, she and her doctor would cook up

directly from his lips, Clarissa

do anything nor have any say should the Tysons wanted Shermaine

continued, “That was also why I went to Moranta with her so she could receive treatment. Besides, the Wynters were exerting pressure on me. As a friend,

treated Shermaine more

marriage through the rumors. The Wynters had turned a blind

a fallout with them and ignored the rumors circulating out there. After all, those rumors were unfounded. Matthew was already coming up with a

could deal with the Wynters, but he had forgotten that Clarissa would misunderstand after reading the news.

them, he handled them confidently while trying to

like he was sure the young lady would

to my expectations, Clarissa is

cigarette and flicked it casually. As the

unfazed after hearing

asked, “Clare, don’t

looked up and

nothing to

out of the private lounge. The manager was heading back with her card, so she took it

a pair of stunning couples came toward

the lady, she recognized her immediately. Isn’t this the pretty

tall and burly man beside her. He’s different from the elegant Matthew and charming Jeremy. Wow, he’s smoldering hot. His arm is around her waist. I think he can snap her in two

brushed by each other in

as Matthew caught up to her, the

man as he

they left, the celebrity asked her

“You know them?”

the private lounge, the man pulled her into his lap

He decided to partner with you because of her, right?” the lady exclaimed. “No wonder. Look how

displeasure appeared in

she didn’t seem to be

over his chest. “You’re

already booked a ride. She ran out and

she wasn’t in the mood for shopping anymore

she went to her balcony, she saw

He’s too free, huh?

 doing this on purpose so I’ll forgive him. He knows I’ll notice

Hmph!

the first time he’s doing

What a sly fox.

to spare. But he’s a president

Matthew indeed couldn’t spend all night here. He was bombarded

another phone call came