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.

Clarissa’s response was, the driver

A violent gust of chilly wind hit Clarissa the moment she stepped out of the

hands around her body, walked to the gate, and pressed

permission to go

to drive her in. It took her

She looked at Clarissa,

shivering, held the warm cup with both hands and said in a trembling voice,

seldom comes here anymore. Have you not been in

 If Matthew is not back, where else did he

when she was still deep in thought, the sound of a car’s engine

up to welcome him. Clarissa put down her cup, stood up,

back, Sir. Miss is here

immediately saw the pale-faced young lady, who stood under the living room’s chandelier

formed between Matthew’s brows as he took

her mouth

her in his arms, and walked upstairs. “Fill up the tub with

 Oh, silly me. Why didn’t I

tub. Initially, the water was so hot that she nearly wanted to get out, but her body got used to its temperature after a short while. A few minutes later, she finally felt much better, and her pallid cheeks turned rosy once

watched her bathe as he was

her head and noticed Matthew was looking at

the bathroom while Clarissa covered her face with her hands to hide

wrinkly. She put on a

her clothes were still there. She froze for a moment and put on a set

of the room, she took a glance around the house but

closed. She opened the

man probably heard her coming in but did not look up as

front of the desk. She stared at

and focused on his

he going to stay

placed her arms on the desk, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at his

did not give her any

one of her arms and walked her fingers to the back of his

her index finger to get his attention. Her fingers then continued to harass him by crawling all over it. “Why are you still mad

don’t be mad at me anymore?” she pleaded,