You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 317

Matthew pinned Clarissa against the mirror inside their walk-in closet.

“Me? An old man?” he questioned.

Clarissa chuckled nervously. He had pinned her arms onto the mirror and held her captive. Despite this, Clarissa mentally fawned over how cool he looked as he pinned her down.

She enjoyed being pinned to the wall so much that she didn’t care about the “old man” topic that Matthew raised. Instead, her cheeks reddened as if two brilliantly red roses had bloomed on them.

“That’s just a joke to loosen Jonathan’s nerves. Come on, don’t get upset. Also, what’s up with you today? Let me go…” Clarissa murmured.

However, she secretly wanted him to continue pinning her down. Her erratically beating heart screamed in her chest. Please don’t let go!

It was like she had utterly fallen under Matthew’s charms.

Matthew was going to let Clarissa go. However, he suddenly noticed that Clarissa’s lovestruck eyes were ogling him. She also blushed furiously as if she were some bashful schoolgirl.

This amused Matthew, who leaned in closer to her.

Her reaction was just as he had expected; her face burned redder than a tomato as her eyes gleamed eagerly at him.

Matthew’s lips curled slightly. At that moment, their noses were only inches away from each other. A mischievous desire was laced in his low, taunting hum.

Then Matthew suddenly pinched Clarissa’s waist. Wanting to tease her more, his hands roamed down to her hips and gave them a hard pinch as well.

At this, Clarissa mewled in shock.

Matthew’s wicked grin curved deeper. Meanwhile, Clarissa’s blushed harder as Matthew seemed to have read her mind.

“What are you doing?” Clarissa pouted and batted her eyelashes at him.

Matthew tensed at this. He inched closer, pressing her tautly between his body and the mirror.

He only replied with one word, “You.”

Clarissa stilled in confusion. Before she could respond, Matthew chuckled in her ear. His warm breath tingled her ear lobes.

He continued, “Didn’t you ask what I was doing?”

It finally registered in Clarissa’s mind. “Matthew Tyson, you old pervert!”

Deep laughter rumbled from Matthew’s chest as he smirked delightedly.

He pulled Clarissa in for a big wet kiss. Smack! Then he grinned at her shy and helpless face.

“You love it. Don’t you, Clare?”

“That’s not true! Get away, you old pervert! Get off me. Let me go…”

Women, Matthew sighed inwardly. They’ll never admit what they truly feel.

even though they do. Then they tell

much into Clarissa’s

as well give the woman what

Let’s eat now.

out of the closet and stopped

Damian. Let’s head downstairs

that moment, Damian was staring wide-eyed at Matthew before looking back at Clarissa. Clarissa couldn’t help but panic at the boy’s innocent gaze. She was worried that the boy had figured

you put on lipstick again? Your lips are so red! Why didn’t you ask me to do it

putting on lipstick each time she left the house. Ever since Damian noticed this, he became adamant about

his mother’s lips were currently a

she’s not going out! The boy stomped his foot in betrayal.

this, Clarissa

“I’m not wearing any. Here, see for

red! You must

You can try and smudge it too…” Clarissa explained as she leaned towards

and rubbed gently on her lips. After

are your lips red, Mommy? Did you snack on

“No, I…”

come up with an explanation, Matthew picked up the

gossip, “Don’t go poking your nose into things, Damian. This secret is between your Mommy and

Then I won’t ask anymore,”

immediately whilst casting a sparkly, rounded-eyed look at

couldn’t help but wonder why his mother’s face had turned as red as

it was okay to ask. Does this have to do with my little sister?

decided to patiently wait for his little sister

smirked at Clarissa, whose ears had also turned pink from embarrassment.

her so flustered. Damian, however, was unaware

had their chauffeur

long-awaited Jonathan’s return. Thus, they welcomed him warmly when he arrived at the

took you so long?” Hillary

was only at Clarissa’s; it’s not like he went to some stranger’s home. Come sit,

like this; they wanted information from him. However, he wasn’t keen on telling them, so

you talking? Were you visiting Clarissa? Did you meet her child?

nodded in

hers? How are they? Does

rolled

from telling his parents too much. He knew that they had ulterior motives from the

I

Jonathan?” Hillary relentlessly latched onto his

wanted to prompt more information from

annoyed with her antics. He flung her arm off and growled, “I don’t want to talk anymore! I’m tired. I’m going to bed

off and locked

and whined to her husband, “Zach, look at your son! Do you think he’s going through a

there was not a trace of

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