You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa’s lips curved up.

“I’m not cold. We’re taking a car there, and the venue is well-heated.”

“Clare!”

As Matthew was being insistent, Clarissa explained, “I prepared this dress just for this event. This is too last minute. I don’t have other suitable outfits!”

“Why not? Your closet is full of clothes.”

Clarissa rolled her eyes in irritation and paid no heed to him.

She gazed at him defiantly.

Arching a brow, Matthew didn’t press on. Instead, he leaned over and planted hickeys on her neck and collarbone.

Immediately, Clarissa pushed him away. Yet, she was no match for him.

In the end, Matthew felt pleased to see the hickeys all over her fair skin. They were too obvious to ignore as her skin was as fair as snow.

Matthew knew how enticing she was.

The sight of her alluring figure only served to fuel his desire. His gaze darkened dangerously.

Clarissa hurriedly covered his eyes with her hands. “Stop!”

After removing her hands, Matthew pressed into her body and whispered, “Clare, let’s stay at home. It’s the weekend. We shouldn’t spend it with those annoying people. Why don’t we—”

“No. I’ll change my clothes now, okay?”

Clarissa gritted her teeth and gave in.

Disappointment showed on Matthew’s face. “Clare, you don’t have to change. There’s no need to attend that engagement party. Let’s stay at home and…”

Before he could finish, Clarissa had already dashed upstairs to change.

Soon, she came downstairs clad in a simple buttoned-up shirt and knitted knee-length skirt with a long coat outside. She was totally covered up from head to toe.

“Are you happy now?”

Matthew grinned. “Clare, you look good in anything!”

“Ha!”

Due to the delay, they were nearly late for the party.

It was a grand event. They had booked a huge banquet hall in the hotel for the party. Plenty of guests were milling around. There was a photo of the engaged couple by the door.

Clarissa took a glance at the man who was supposed to be from the Wynter family. Huh, he looks nothing like Damon.

The person who was collecting the gifts at the door took Clarissa’s cash gift and wrote her name down. She also sized Clarissa up.

Deep down, Clarissa was complaining silently.

like a wedding. They are obviously after the cash gifts. Are the Garretts

didn’t

“Clary, you’re finally here!”

with the guests and came over to Clarissa. She was proud to see a

guests here. Act demure. Also, didn’t I ask you to dress

“I’m being

change now. Behave. Yvonne is kicking up a fuss.

is she kicking up a fuss

was curious. Yvonne’s a stubborn woman. Something huge must’ve happened for her to kick up

my instinct is telling me Yvonne’s going to

fault. After their engagement, Mason agreed to gift some of their company shares to Yvonne. There’s also the matter of the dowry. Anyway, they didn’t keep their word, so Yvonne is demanding to cancel the engagement. The Wynters don’t even

in surprise. Interesting. She’s

Why did they get engaged

it, go take a seat. Look around carefully and snag

down, Hilary was gloating over the situation, but she had to pretend she was

down. Immediately, a man appeared in

shifted aside silently, but the man spoke with a smile,

in surprise, Clarissa

was Damon Wynter. Chuckling lightly, he took the seat next

course,” replied Clarissa with a grin. “I thought you

to attend the engagement party. I’m here to see

awkward silence hung in the

chortle. “That was a joke. I’m here because my grand-uncle came to my house personally and asked me to attend the party. No one in my family wanted to come, so they sent me to be their representative. I had no choice as I’m

be pitiful. He had an exaggerated look

to be here. I had no choice,

the same fate,

quietly before collecting

knew Yvonne wouldn’t give up on Mason.

in a good mood and had to keep up appearances, she had no time to find fault

on a high note. At least, it seemed

Clarissa chatting with Damon happily. Pleased, she

out of the hall,

a ride home?” asked

his offer. “No need. I’ll just grab

off after spotting a familiar car was parked at

change and followed her gaze. At the sight of the car, a bitter feeling rose in

you don’t have to take a cab. I’ll take my leave, then. We should have fun

“Sure. Goodbye!”

to the car and got

the car, Matthew’s brows were knitted up. When she came to

“Why is he here?”

Yvonne’s fiancé is a relative of

“Damon?”

realized the oddness

chest and posed a deliberate question. “What’s wrong? You’re

gaze narrowed. Indeed, he