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?

mother used her illness as a pretext to get Shermaine to visit her often. And

from his lips, Clarissa

do anything nor have any say should the Tysons wanted Shermaine to be their

also why I went to Moranta with her so she could receive treatment. Besides, the Wynters were exerting pressure on me. As a friend, I had to go visit her.

never treated Shermaine

marriage through the rumors. The Wynters had turned a blind eye

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

with the Wynters, but he had forgotten that Clarissa would misunderstand after reading the news. Besides, Ellie’s

to them, he handled them confidently while trying to find a way out. After all, he

sure the young lady would end up being

to my expectations,

and flicked it casually. As

lady remained unfazed

Matthew asked, “Clare, don’t you have

and met

have nothing to

feet and strode out of the private lounge. The manager was heading back with her card, so she took it from him

she exited the room, a pair of

immediately. Isn’t

he’s smoldering

other in a

caught up to her, the man

know this man as he inclined his head

they left, the celebrity

“You know them?”

man pulled her into his lap and caressed her gently. “That was

to partner with you because of her, right?” the lady exclaimed. “No wonder. Look how pretty she is. If I were a man, I’d want

of displeasure appeared

the lady’s lips became swollen. She wiped her lips and hissed in pain. However, she didn’t seem to be pissed off. Instead, she straddled him seductively. Her actions and words were the total opposite

hands trailed over his chest. “You’re so horny. I’ll feed you after

ran

the mood for

briefly on her laptop. When she went to her balcony,

He’s too free, huh?

purpose so I’ll forgive him. He knows I’ll notice his

Hmph!

the first time

What a sly fox.

he wants. I have plenty of time to spare. But he’s a president running a company.

night here. He was

phone