You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa’s lips twitched upon hearing what Jeremy said. It was as he was implying something.

She looked at him and gave him an awkward smile. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me. I’m not sure what’s going on between you and Matt, but Matt has been behaving as if the whole world has done him wrong.”

Jeremy did not know what happened between the couple, but he could sense the awkward tension between them.

Admittedly, Clarissa acknowledged that she was partially at fault, but she had not been able to find a chance to talk to Matthew.

She did not expect to meet him at the charity event either.

Upon noticing how quiet Clarissa was, Jeremy said, “It has been three years, Clarissa. I really thought your relationship with him is over,” he continued, “To most men, three years are nothing, but Matt doesn’t think of it that way. He has always lived his life to the fullest, hence, every day counts. Since you have no intention of severing ties with him, then don’t waste time playing hide-and-seek with him anymore.”

“Got it.” It was quite unusual for Jeremy to give this kind of advice, but Clarissa appreciated it.

Instead of lingering on the same topic, Jeremy decided to talk about her manuscript, Joshua, and even Verona.

Jeremy then left after dropping Clarissa off at her hotel.

Clarissa returned to her room and sat down in a daze. She did not even bother to change her dress.

She sat on the couch for quite some time and waited for someone to come knocking on her door but to no avail.

Despite feeling utterly crestfallen, Clarissa stood up and retrieved her phone. She looked at Matthew’s number for a while and wondered if she should give him a call.

The more she stared at the screen, the more anxious and upset she became. All of a sudden, she bounced up from the couch, grabbed her coat, and ran out of her room.

It was a cold night, and she did not have a car. She had no choice but to stamp her feet repeatedly to keep herself warm while standing at the entrance of the hotel. She picked up her phone and tried to call a cab.

The weather in D City that night was freezing. The coat she put on did little to keep her warm, and her whole body was trembling.

To make things worse, it began to snow.

Clarissa looked up and cursed the weather.

Soon, a cab arrived. Clarissa immediately got into the car and told the driver to go to the Zen Highlands.

The driver with a local accent kept trying to strike up a conversation with Clarissa, but so many thoughts were running in her mind that she just nodded in agreement throughout the journey.

cold Clarissa’s response was, the

Highlands. A violent gust of chilly

her body, walked to the

permission to go in and out of the house as she

ordered someone to drive her in. It took her another fifteen minutes to reach

Clarissa, and tears welled up in

and said in a trembling voice, “Don’t

“Mr. Tyson seldom comes here anymore. Have you not been

Matthew is not back,

thought, the sound of a car’s engine emerged from

Mr. Tyson is back.” Julia immediately went up to welcome him. Clarissa put down her

back, Sir. Miss

young lady, who stood under the living room’s chandelier and

as he

knitted brows, Clarissa opened her mouth

Matthew went up, carried her in his arms, and

 Oh, silly me.

she nearly wanted to get out, but her body got used to its temperature after a short

as he was worried that she might

noticed Matthew was looking at her. Awkwardness instantly filled the air

of the bathroom while Clarissa covered her face with her hands

from the tub when she noticed her skin had turned wrinkly. She put on a

around, she quickly opened the closet. To her surprise, all her clothes were still there. She froze for a moment and

she took a glance around

and realized the door was not fully closed. She opened the door, entered the room, and saw

did not look

sat in front of the desk. She stared at him and kept

and focused

is he going to stay

her chin on her hands, and looked at his gloomy face. “Are

not give her

pouted. She lifted one of her arms and

to harass him by crawling all over it. “Why are

fault. Can you please don’t be mad at