You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Outraged beyond her control, Clarissa took a deep breath but felt even more frustrated instead.

The only reason she didn’t storm out of the room and vent her anger in front of Matthew was that her son was right in front of her.

“Mommy, are you all right?”

Damian hugged her trembling body suddenly. Climbing on top of her, he gave her a curious look.

Gritting her teeth, Clarissa could only manage a slight grin despite her best efforts to smile.

At the same moment, she turned off the bedside lamp, causing the room to fall into darkness.

She didn’t want Damian to see her awkward smile. After all it was a frightening sight.

“Damian, time to sleep. Good night.”

As if he was sensitive enough to feel how unsettled his mommy was, Damian has no choice but to close his eyes and try to sleep. It was very much unlike him who would usually demand an hour of her time before he was willing to go to bed.

Despite patting Damian on his back rhythmically, Clarissa was unable to calm down.

When he finally fell asleep, Clarissa got off his bed in a hurry and rushed out of the room, forgetting her shoes. The moment she closed the door, she stormed into Matthew’s study with her eyes spitting fire and blood boiling in her vessels.

He would usually be in his study at that hour of the day.

Meanwhile, Matthew was in the middle of a teleconference when Clarissa barged in. With a thunderous bang, the door slammed forcefully against the wall as if it had been kicked open.

The person who was speaking was stunned. Looking in Matthew’s direction, he remarked in resignation, “That’s all for today, looks like it’s going to be a long night.”

Many of the attendees didn’t get the hint. Nevertheless, Matthew had already turned off his computer.

Clarissa allowed Matthew time to wrap up his work. In the midst of waiting, her anger caused her already sparkling eyes to glisten with greater intensity.

With a frosty tone, she questioned, “Matthew, did Damian tell you anything when you picked him up from the hospital?”

Matthew furrowed his eyebrows slightly and replied, “You already know?”

Does this mean he knew all along?

Clarissa raised her voice to a shriek. “Did you know all this while? Matthew, why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you stop it? Unless, you doubt Damian’s identity too?”

“Doubting Damian’s identity” was the most civil manner in which Clarissa could phrase what she had wanted to convey.

With her face pale with rage, she felt as if she could hardly breathe. Clasping her fingers tightly, she endured the discomfort in her chest as she stared intently at Matthew, afraid of missing a single response from him.

and provide her with a proper explanation. Instead, he went along with his family’s ridiculous ideas which hurt

“Clare…”

He reached out his hands to hold her fists, hoping to ease the tension in them. Lowering his head,

But, I expect that

from me still? Do you think

many preposterous ideas. However, she

you think I’m someone like

that case, cancel the test tomorrow. I don’t want anyone to have a copy of the

Sensing his hesitation, Clarissa

want to

“It isn’t that.”

“Then what are you

results don’t mean anything to us. But it will help alleviate their concerns.

Clarissa

him, a

too. We are not obliged to answer all the gossips. They can suspect all they want but that just reflects how

“Yes, I…”

“Matthew, I’m disappointed. Truly…”

say another word, Clarissa turned around and prepared to leave the study with a dejected expression. However, Matthew hugged her from behind,

going to happen. He had anticipated her

alright? I understand

don’t

herself from his arms. Not making eye contact, she hung her head and desperately tried to hold back her

don’t want to fight with you nor wallow in my anger. So, let go of me, and allow me some space

aside, he watched as she

while, Matthew sighed deeply. He was cognizant that he had gotten off lightly this time. Nonetheless, the

that remotely involves Damian would elicit a disproportionately protective response

no way he could concentrate on anything. Nevertheless, he wanted to stay

time Matthew returned to his bedroom, Clarissa was fast asleep, or

constant but posture awkwardly stiff,

bed, Matthew reached out his

was still angry and was just

lowered his voice

good to sleep angry. It’s

and turned on the room lights, revealing her reddened eyes and

and don’t want to hear you speak to me in such a tone. Do you think

her, Matthew’s expression was equally

obviously a bad time to talk about this. Shall we discuss