The next day, Clarissa exited Twilight Company with the chief editor, Jane White. They were on their way to meet with the director and investors of The World.
Clarissa would rarely attend such lunch meetings. She was but a homebody, and a very beautiful one at that.
Given her beautiful looks and reputation as a best-selling author, the men in the room couldn’t help themselves from leering at her, putting her on the spot as they shifted the topic to her.
Clarissa excused herself from the private room. Her face blushing because of the alcohol. After splashing cold water on her face to cool down, she started racking her brain for an excuse to leave first.
As she exited the restroom while sending a text, she looked up and realized she had gone the wrong way.
She was just about to leave when she heard a voice in the corner.
“What is it that you don’t like about me, Mr. Tyson? Why can’t we give this relationship a try? I’ve loved you since the day I met you. Even if you don’t like me now, you’re still single. Give me a chance, please?”
Clarissa listened as the woman sobbed. My heart would have melted if I were a man.
Yet the man remained silent.
“Matthew!” the woman shouted.
Clarissa stopped short, only to see Matthew walking out from the corner.
The woman had caught up to him and was hugging him from behind.
“You…” The woman froze at the sight of Clarissa.
“Clare!” Matthew called out abruptly before Clarissa could feign ignorance and walk away.
Her legs gave way, and she almost fell.
The woman gave Clarissa a hostile once-over.
Matthew’s lips curled into a smirk as he distanced himself from the woman and cast Clarissa a suggestive glance.
“Come here, Clare,” he ordered, allowing no room for rejection. Yet his tone sounded somewhat gentle.
Damn it!
Clarissa could feel that the man had something sinister up his sleeves.
She let out an
You’re
“Um… Yeah.”
“Come here,” Matthew repeated.
Matthew, I’m here with some
her in large strides, embracing her while caressing her waist
a wicked grin at her
stammered, wanting to push him away. However, his action and her term of endearment only made them look
still calling me ‘Uncle
expression clouded over as she
to be in her twenties. And here I thought he’s a mature man who is not into
you’re into this, Mr. Tyson,” the woman
no, you must have misunderstood.
tightened his grip around Clarissa’s waist, forcing
Cole. The man you love is not
yours? Is she even qualified to be
afraid that’s none of your business, Ms.
turned on her heels
up at Matthew with a frown. Before she could even open her mouth, he had already let go of his hand and stepped back. His gaze began to
sudden change in behavior shook
did
go,” Matthew cut in
at Matthew behind his back. She could only admit that she had used up her luck and would have to move out of the Tyson residence as
took you
out to look for her and thinking that the tall and handsome man beside her was just a customer, she pulled Clarissa by the hand and dragged her
Knight has been looking for you,
gotta go, Jane. My friend is here to pick me up,” Clarissa cut in, then turned to Matthew, whose back was facing her. “Wait for me, Uncle Matthew. You’re going
turn to
his tracks and looked
will you? Bye,” she said hastily, then jogged up to Matthew with
flicker in his eyes, but he said nothing as they exited the restaurant together
Clarissa took out her phone to call herself a
“Get in!”
I’ve already-” Clarissa swallowed her words at the man’s