You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa hadn’t yet managed to sort out the inexplicable conflict between her and Matthew because she was swamped with work.

“The publisher plans to have an illustrated book for all your works and design a cartoon image for you to make up a complete hardcover collection. I’ve contacted the illustrator, so why don’t you meet him and tell him your terms? The two of you can discuss if there are any problems.”

Yael then gave her a location and told her to meet the illustrator there.

Upon arriving at the quiet teahouse, Clarissa met the so-called illustrator.

Hmm… he seems rather familiar. The illustrator then lifted his head from his fragrant tea that emanated wisps of steam. As he smiled faintly the moment he spotted her, he almost seemed ethereal.

That was, if he didn’t speak.

Clarissa remembered him as the man who kept chattering incessantly on the plane back then.

And as soon as she sat down, Joshua started going on and on. Well, well… No wonder he asked to meet in a teahouse. It’s so that he’ll have tea to drink when he gets thirsty from his non-stop blathering.

“We meet again, pretty. It seems that our fates are truly intertwined. I never thought you would actually be the renowned writer, Clarissa Quigley! I’ve read your works, and I really love the various themes that range from cardinal issues of morality to the ups and downs of life. They’re truly liberal and classy. It’s really a surprise that such a beautiful and adorable girl can actually produce such novels! Indeed, I salute such writers!” He then continued, saying, “Oh yes, I’m a slightly famous illustrator. We’ll be collaborating for some time, so let’s get acquainted. Where are you from? What food and drink do you enjoy? And what’s your favorite color? By the way, what kind of habits do you have when writing? Oh, don’t think I’m trying to intrude on your privacy with all these questions. Actually, I just want to understand you better. Of course, it’s perfectly fine if you don’t feel like answering. I can ask you other questions, such as whether you base your characters on real people and…”

“Mr. Ferguson!”

As her patience wore thin, Clarissa finally interrupted the man’s prattle.

“Ah, don’t address me as Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Quigley. That’s too formal. Why don’t you call me Joshua? Can I call you Clarissa? I think the first thing after getting acquainted is to change the way we address each other. Or do you mind me calling you Clarissa? How about I call you Rissa? I think Rissa sounds more intimate, and I believe it’ll enhance our relationship for our upcoming collaboration…”

Clarissa lowered her head and stared at her cup of tea. As she watched the tea leaves sinking to the bottom, her thoughts drifted.

Matthew drinks tea occasionally though he also drinks coffee and wine. He seems to prefer red wine. She remembered that he had quite a collection of red wine back when she was with him. There are many famous wines in the wine cellar in Zen Highlands, but I don’t know which one he prefers since I’ve got no interest in red wine.

Strictly speaking, apart from his favorite food, she didn’t really know what else he liked.

I claim to love him, but in hindsight, I don’t think I’m doing a good job of it. I have no inkling of many of his preferences. In this aspect, he’s much better than me. Oh yes, why are we giving each other the cold shoulder now? Well, I can apologize first, but I’m used to him compromising throughout the years. Thus, such an attitude of mine is probably the result of him spoiling me. Therefore, it’s not entirely my fault. At least half the blame lies on him!

“Rissa? Rissa?”

her name, Clarissa finally lifted her

faint smile while wondering inwardly, So,

let’s go now,

“Go? Where to?”

long time, and I’ve been planning to relax after meeting you today. We can talk about the characters in your works as we do something fun together! Oh yes, the publisher also asked me to design a cartoon image for you, so I need inspiration! Let’s go! Inspiration always comes to me

said that, he dragged her out without giving

as well as dangerous, high-altitude rides. Clarissa didn’t want to go on any of them, but

she had never visited, for he

around the entire day, but

places in D City, no? I love exploring places unknown to others throughout the years, and it’s not

his non-stop talking had been

in her dinner without interrupting him, allowing him

still unwilling to allow Clarissa to leave. Instead, he brought

initially against it, but she was then taken aback when he started drawing

described the meeting between the

her the drawing in his hand. “Don’t you

Clarissa’s attention. While every single one of them dressed finely,

Joshua had finally attained a sense of accomplishment

in the face of such convincing

one bothered them in the semi-translucent private lounge upstairs, others could make

stunning beauty, so she naturally attracted

world hit Winston when he went home that day. His wife laid into him,

stepped in the door, he had noticed her as well as

man, bringing the fight there. However, Joshua was entirely lost in his own world. Despite a fight breaking out, he continued drawing with his head lowered. Clarissa, on the other hand, could only dodge in avoidance. However, the two men seemed intent on drawing closer to her, almost injuring her amidst the chaotic brawl. Joshua only lifted his head furiously

pulled the brawling parties apart. Clarissa was in a sorry state because she had

happened? What’s going on

the manager was from the underworld. Thus, he was unfazed

men who were fighting suddenly pointed their fingers