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?

get Shermaine to visit

from his lips, Clarissa

should the Tysons wanted Shermaine to be

exerting pressure on me. As a friend, I had

treated Shermaine more than a

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

of his brother, Matthias. He didn’t have a fallout with them and ignored the rumors circulating out there. After

Wynters, but he had forgotten that Clarissa would misunderstand after reading the

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

young lady would end up

expectations, Clarissa

and flicked it casually. As the ash fell

unfazed after

“Clare, don’t you have anything to

and

have nothing

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

a pair of stunning couples came

Clarissa’s gaze landed on the lady, she recognized her immediately. Isn’t this the

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

each other in a matter

as Matthew caught up to

man as he inclined

they left, the celebrity asked her

“You know them?”

they entered the private lounge, the man pulled her into his lap and caressed her gently. “That was Matthew

of her, right?” the lady exclaimed. “No wonder. Look how

appeared in the

hissed in pain. However, she didn’t seem to be pissed off. Instead, she straddled him seductively.

his chest. “You’re so horny.

ran out and got into her ride immediately. Finally, she got rid

she wasn’t in the mood for shopping

nap and worked briefly on her laptop. When she went

He’s too free, huh?

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

Hmph!

first

What a sly fox.

time to spare. But he’s

spend all night here. He

another phone call