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.

noticing how cold Clarissa’s response was, the

of chilly wind hit Clarissa the moment she

body, walked to the gate, and pressed

in the past, she now no longer had the permission to go in and

her in. It took her

looked at Clarissa, and tears welled up in her eyes.

both hands and said in a trembling voice,

Tyson seldom comes here anymore.

 If Matthew is not back, where else did he

was still deep in thought, the sound of a

is back.” Julia immediately went up to welcome him. Clarissa put down her cup,

Sir. Miss is

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

Matthew’s brows as he took a

her mouth cautiously and said, “I’m

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

 Oh, silly me. Why didn’t I think of

eye, Matthew removed Clarissa’s clothes and put her into the tub. Initially, the water was so hot that she nearly wanted to get out, but

stood beside her and watched her bathe as he was worried

looking at

turned around and stepped out of the bathroom while Clarissa covered

skin had turned wrinkly. She put on a

closet. To her surprise, all her clothes were still there. She froze for a

glance around the house but still did

then walked to the study and realized the door was not fully closed. She opened the door, entered the

probably heard her coming in but did not look

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

her and focused on

more is he going to stay mad at

her hands, and

not give her

pouted. She lifted one of her arms and walked

him by crawling all over it. “Why are you still mad at me? I always thought you’re a man who doesn’t hold

fault. Can you please don’t be mad at me anymore?”