You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow

Chapter 32

At his question, Clarissa froze. Everything she had planned to say got lodged in her throat unexpectedly.

How had she never realized how shameless this man was?

He carried that monk-like look of extreme calm everywhere he went. However, when it came to her, he felt it appropriate to unleash his brutish nature.

“Uncle Matthew, Mr. Tyson, what are you trying to do?”

Matthew’s lips curled into a smile. His eyes flickered with amusement, but that disappeared too quickly for Clarissa to notice.

However, as he lazed around in his chair, he seemed to be in a rather good mood.

 

He swept another look at Clarissa’s body. She was wearing a set of short pajamas—he wished he had taken the chance to caress her legs more just now.

His fingers shifted slightly as his eyes took on a steely glint, making Clarissa feel extremely uneasy.

 

She sat down on the sofa opposite him, waiting for him to give her an explanation.

Indeed, after he blew out a ring of smoke, he said in a low voice, “You know exactly what I’m trying to do.”

 

Clarissa felt a wave of anger rise in her again. What sort of answer was that?

She retorted stubbornly, “No, I really don’t.”

“Oh, is that so? Why don’t I show you again…”

The moment he said this, Clarissa jumped up and ran into another corner of the room, putting as much distance between them as she could. She was afraid that he might actually make good on his threat.

Angrily, she said, “You…hold up!”

Matthew raised an eyebrow and gazed at her intently.

Clarissa frowned. Suspicion and displeasure were written all over her little face.

“I’ve told you this before—we’re not compatible with each other. Not only are we too far apart in age, but we have a different perspective on love too. You already have the beautiful Shermaine Smallwood, so who am I to you? I can’t be bothered to play games with you anymore—I never did. To put it simply for you, Matthew, I absolutely refuse to be a third party to your relationship. I will not be your mistress.”

By the time she finished speaking, her expression had turned cold and aloof again.

She gazed disdainfully at the man before her. To think she had respected him so much before! He had turned out to be nothing more than a lustful jerk.

Were all rich men as hard to satisfy as him? Matthew already had the most beautiful woman in D City, but he seemed to be combing the streets for a mistress, too.

Clarissa didn’t understand him, but she didn’t really want to, anyway.

Aside from disdain, her expression now took on shades of annoyance and disgust.

Matthew’s eyes narrowed into a thin line as he motioned her over with his fingers. However, Clarissa shook her head in refusal.

Did he think she was a dog or something? How could he try and call her over in that demeaning way?

Matthew’s eyes darkened as he realized that they were locked in a stalemate.

“Is this because of Shermaine?”

“I’m not going to answer that. Just know that I will never submit to you.”

Never submit to him?

Matthew was the oppressor,

just know

arranged a marriage between the two of you when

deviously. “Are you

you

met Matthew’s dark eyes. Clarissa shivered and nearly bit down on her own tongue by accident.

My relatives teased me all because I held her for a few seconds, that’s all. I wouldn’t call it an arranged marriage. Anyway, I’m much too old compared

regretted saying this almost as soon as

his slip as well. She laughed mockingly and said, “Haha, what a coincidence! I’m the same age as Shermaine, in case

little embarrassed. He put out the cigarette

but feel that, cold as he was, Matthew was rather amusing to watch right

to laugh. All she wanted was for him to leave right now and

said it yourself! Our age gap is way too

say it,

think it’s best

he didn’t turn to leave—instead, he walked

a way to escape, she had no choice

you dare come over, or I’m going to

burst into laughter at

“Go on, scream.”

cliched phrase that always appeared in the movies. Scream as much

her anxiety disappeared, and she suddenly

quickly pressed his lips against hers. However, he didn’t kiss her deeply this time—instead, he grazed his lips gently against hers, growling softly

Tonight, I’m going to

“You can’t do that…hmm!”

pressed his lips against hers again

by the minute. As Matthew carried her over

to realize that he had disappeared into the bathroom. She buried her head in her pillow and

today? She had insisted on chasing him away, but

herself to

hated that guy who was currently showering in

with her

was going to flee the room, there was a

rather panicked, she wondered if she should open the

patience. After a while, they knocked loudly on

over to the door and cracked it

“You…”

bland smile on his face and a bag of clothes

Quigley, these are

his presence immediately. “What—what do you mean? Mr. Tyson isn’t in my room at all. You—you must have sent it

at her. He pressed the bag of

you’re completely mistaken. Your boss isn’t in

an arm reached around her and grabbed the bag of clothes from

never forget the expression on Clarissa’s face for as long

shot a look at

“Wait for me downstairs at

“Yes, Mr. Tyson.”

left. Behind him, Clarissa looked as though she had been caught in the act. Feeling rather guilty, she

her, and

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