You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

A blind date? Clarissa’s fury dissipated slightly at that moment. But that was a long time ago, okay?

“That was a long time ago. It was more than a month back, so why are you digging up the past? Besides, I only attended to appease Grandma. I never took it seriously,” she explained patiently.

Nevertheless, it still bugged Matthew.

In the past three years, he had been like a living corpse and had only barely scraped through. He didn’t want to tell her that, for he did not want to be seen as weak and whiny. However, not saying anything didn’t mean that he wasn’t bothered about it.

He had a standing instruction to be informed about everything regarding her and their son twice a month.

Recently, he changed it to once a month since he had more interaction with her these days. So, there wasn’t much need for him to read those personal reports anymore.

Clarissa had attended blind dates several times after giving birth. He could have put up with it the first, second, and even the third time, but he wouldn’t be Matthew Tyson if he could still keep his cool when it happened all too often.

He merely glanced through the report this time, but he unexpectedly discovered that she had actually attended a blind date a day before coming to D City back then.

That was the reason for the scene earlier; he was exceedingly aggravated because jealousy and fury had engulfed him.

Despite Clarissa having explained it now, he was still feeling very much disgruntled.

“How many times has it been, Clare? I understand if you were embarrassed to decline the first few times, but couldn’t you have declined later?”

At that, Clarissa frowned. “Are you blaming me? Do you not believe me?”

“That wasn’t what I meant.”

I just want to know how much longer this stalemate between us has to persist, but if I were to give voice to it, it would sound as though I’m interrogating her.

Thus, he could only keep mum. Such silence was rare between them, and the atmosphere turned a touch cold.

Clarissa wanted to explain herself, but a ball of anger lodged within her, and the words got stuck in her throat. Perhaps she knew that she was indeed in the wrong or was similarly enraged, but she didn’t feel like talking to him anymore.

So, she hung up without a word. When Matthew heard the disconnect tone from his cell phone, he heaved a sigh.

He massaged his temples with his long and slender fingers, trying to null his headache. He hadn’t rested well in the past few days. Knowing that Clarrisa was visiting D City again, he had sped through his work and rushed back. He had never anticipated things to end on a sour note between them.

A trace of helplessness stained his profound gaze, and he closed his eyes with a sigh.

“Are we heading to the hotel, Mr. Tyson?”

Clarissa stayed in a hotel every time she came to D City, and Matthew would always join her there.

for a moment before ordering, “Head back to Zen

didn’t comment on it, merely telling the chauffeur to head

of seeing each other in the past was gone; it was replaced by

sleep, so she woke up looking haggard with

she couldn’t use it as an excuse to skip work because she still had to do

studio who handled everything. For that reason, she would try to complete her work to the best of her ability every time

nap in the afternoon. After having

was done, Yael dragged

had previously cooperated with the

important figure. When they entered the room, almost everyone had

so the attention

course, besides pleasantries, there was also gossip that would only be known to those

with the director, someone started gossiping beside her, and the conversation

renowned producer when I arrived earlier, but there was an internet celebrity hanging on his arm. I actually bumped into her when I went to the washroom earlier, and that woman was on the phone, proclaiming loudly that she had convinced

If that doesn’t work, she can just undergo plastic surgery. As long as she has something going for

could those investors bring themselves to seal the deal? From what I heard, that internet celebrity slept with countless men. She was the

sweet and refreshing, but

“Yup, that’s her.”

“Misty” was, but that

to have heard the two women. Out of the blue, an investor who had been chatting with the female lead turned his

are you drinking juice, Ms. Quigley? Well, never once had I imagined that not only are the cast good-looking, but even the screenwriter of this

in his hand, so there was no

attention fixed on them. After all, one

already ended, many a time, they all had

who were currently famous had to treat the investors cautiously,

perturbed. She continued eating and

didn’t need any

and replied, “I’m sorry, Mr. Warren, but I can’t drink. I’m allergic

show me

I’m really allergic to alcohol. It’ll disfigure me at the very least, and at worse, it’s life-threatening. Please let me off, Mr. Warren.

she had already picked up the glass of tea beside her. Just

it. Meanwhile, Winston’s

on her, he looked her up and down frostily. He didn’t say anything, but

promptly extended the wine glass in her hand and exclaimed, “I haven’t toasted you yet,

a threatening glance at Clarissa before dipping his head and drinking the wine the female lead handed

usual as all of them continued eating and drinking. However,