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.

your favorite dishes. I

“What delivery?”

ask them to

was no match for

replied unhappily, “Stop teasing me. I received the

the wimp she was. She couldn’t

days, as Clarissa remained at home, she received the same treatment from the

but suspect that Matthew was keeping

him or give him a call.

one to give up will

from the film studio, Justin met

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

easy for everyone to gather,

I come to

was interested in film

You

you obviously favor

a director yourself? You don’t have to worry about the script. Of course, you can assemble a

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

the directing business. She was

had about the director in a teasing manner. Soon, everyone followed

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

Clarissa spotted the familiar black vehicle at the

the car, Yaala raised a brow

him with a smile. “Matt, fancy running into

be

icy gaze softened when

was puzzled by

coincidence,” uttered Matthew in

come here purposely to

Jeremy told me

I’ll take my

to everyone

as Clarissa rushed to hail a

face as he caught up to

tug of war. In the end, Matthew resorted to force. He carried her on his shoulders and brought her into his vehicle

they were also concerned.

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