You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 125

Matthew felt his heart sank into despair.

His face clouded over, but he refused to let her go.

He let out a ragged breath. “Clare, that will never happen again.”

Alas, Clarissa ignored and refused to believe him.

She started struggling to free herself again. “Let me go. I said, let me go!” She screamed. “I don’t want to see you! What do you want from me?”

Matthew couldn’t believe how stubborn she was.

He had to cave in and give her a ride back home.

Clarissa proceeded to lock him outside the minute she reached home.

Left outside alone, Matthew leaned against the wall and lit up a cigarette in frustration.

Meanwhile, Clarissa finally quietened down in her house. She sprawled on the sofa lazily and started sobbing without a sound. As her mind was in a stupor, she gradually fell asleep in a battered heap.

The next morning, naturally, Clarissa woke up with a stiff neck. Her nose was blocked, and she was suffering from a splitting headache from last night’s events.

After all, she had drunk her heart out, caught a cold, and fell asleep on the sofa accidentally. She sat up unwillingly and prepared a heat pack for herself while cursing Matthew inwardly. It was all his fault!

She cursed him from head to toe silently before feeling much better.

As Clarissa was lazy to prepare lunch, she decided to order delivery food. Soon, her delivery food was here.

“Ms. Quigley, your food is here.”

Hesitantly, Clarissa took the delivery from him. It wasn’t until she had closed the door that she realized something. “Wait. I haven’t even ordered anything yet!”

Confused, she glanced at her phone and confirmed that she hadn’t placed her order.

The food delivery she had just received was packed nicely with Skylight Restaurant’s logo on it.

Clarissa’s lips twitched in annoyance. It was clear who had placed this order for her.

Right then, her phone rang with a call from an unknown number. After she blocked Matthew’s number, he’d use different numbers to call her every time.

As Clarissa was afraid of missing out on other calls, she had to answer every single time.

“Who is it?” she demanded irritatedly.

the phone. “Clare, I’ve ordered your favorite dishes. I just want to confirm

“What delivery?”

didn’t receive anything? I’ll ask them to

was no match

unhappily, “Stop teasing me.

cutting the line, Clarissa wolfed down the food like the wimp she was. She couldn’t

as Clarissa remained at home, she received the same treatment

she couldn’t help but suspect that Matthew was

a call. He’s that patient,

first one to give up will be the loser in the

from the film studio, Justin

Yaala, Quentin, the assistant director, and the screenwriter joined

wasn’t easy for everyone to gather,

to visit during the post-production

was interested in film production,

course. You

you obviously favor Clarissa over

this. “He’s favoring talent. Clarissa, are you seriously planning to be a director yourself? You don’t have to worry about the

it seem really easy. It’s too difficult for me. I’m just being curious. Perhaps I can write a novel about directing a film

the directing business. She was just

had about the director in a teasing manner. Soon, everyone followed suit and voiced their complaints. Justin was no

started gossiping and discussing recent popular celebrities. As the older generation in showbiz, they lamented how the younger generation was

the familiar black vehicle at

off the car, Yaala

greeted him with a smile. “Matt,

heard him would surely be

gaze softened when it

puzzled

coincidence,” uttered Matthew in a

had come here purposely to

returned. “Matt, are you that free? Jeremy told me you

take my

bade goodbye to everyone hastily,

rushed to hail a

Matthew’s face as he

were involved in a tug of war. In the end, Matthew resorted

were in the know were laughing silently. But of course, they were also

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