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 stopped talking and focused

gust of chilly wind hit

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

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

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

looked at Clarissa, and tears

with both hands and said in a trembling

Tyson seldom comes here anymore. Have you not been in touch with

 If Matthew is not back, where else did he

she was still deep in thought, the sound of

Mr. Tyson is back.” Julia immediately went up to welcome him. Clarissa put down her cup, stood up, and followed

Miss

saw the pale-faced young lady, who

between Matthew’s brows as he took a

Clarissa opened her mouth cautiously and said, “I’m sorry

sentence, Matthew went up, carried her in his arms, and walked upstairs.

replied right away. Oh, silly me.

that she nearly wanted to get out,

and watched her bathe as he was

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

Clarissa covered her face

tub when she noticed her skin had turned wrinkly. She put on a bathrobe, wearing nothing beneath it, and walked out to

opened the closet. To her surprise, all her clothes were still

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

walked to the study and realized the door was not fully closed. She opened the door, entered the room, and saw Matthew sitting

coming in but did not look up as he was engrossed in

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

and focused on

is he going

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

did not give her any

pouted. She lifted one of her arms and walked her fingers

Her fingers then continued to harass him by crawling all over it. “Why

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