You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow

While taking the elevator down to her floor, Clarissa couldn't help but think about what had just happened.

I can't believe he actually told me to leave just like that, especially after that kiss we shared! Oh, well... I suppose it is inappropriate for us to bring our personal relationship to work, so confronting him about it will have to wait...

She was so absorbed in her train of thoughts that she didn't even notice the elevator door opening.

It wasn't until someone stepped inside that she snapped out of it, but it was already too late.

That person who came in was Amanda, and she was shocked to see Clarissa at the office.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were fired!"

Clarissa ignored her and patiently waited for the elevator to go down, but Amanda wasn't about to let it go that easily.

"Where are you going, Clarissa? I'm about to head out on an errand. How about I give you a lift? Also, what were you doing here? Are you planning on coming back to work?"

Clarissa lacked of interest only piqued Amanda's curiosity even further.

Judging by her outfit and makeup, it's obvious that she put in a lot of effort into touching up her appearance before coming over.

"You came from upstairs, didn't you? Which department were you in? Do you have friends in other departments? If so, who are they? I might just know them too," Amanda asked with a smirk. "I don't feel comfortable having this conversation with you."

At that moment, the elevator door opened, and Clarissa quickly walked out after saying that.

"Huh? Wait up! Clarissa, is there some sort of misunderstanding between us? I know we're not colleagues anymore, but we can still be friends, right?" Amanda followed Clarissa all the way out of the office building, the smile on her face suggesting that she wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted. Having no other choice, Clarissa confronted her directly, "What do you want?"

She simply couldn't understand why Amanda wouldn't let her go even though she was no longer working in the company.

"I just wanted to be your friend, that's all. Come on, you know I mean you no harm."

"Well, I don't want to be your friend," Clarissa rejected her coldly.

"Heh... You shouldn't say that, Clarissa."

Amanda walked up to her and stood in her path as she continued, "You may not know this, but I really can help get you back into the company if you want." Trying to bait me, are you?

"I don't want to go back."

"That's fine. We can still be friends. I assure you, you won't regret it."

Unable to determine her intentions, Clarissa didn't want to waste any more time and energy on Amanda.

She quickly stepped past her, hailed an incoming taxi, and left the scene.

"That b*tch!" Amanda muttered angrily under her breath as she stood there.

Instead of heading home, Clarissa made a trip to the nearby supermarket and bought some ingredients.

Matthew still seems a little angry... Maybe he needs some coaxing too? Pfft, as if a man like him would ever need coaxing! He probably just needs more time, that's all! Clarissa gave Matthew a video call when it was almost time to get off work.

She had even gone through the trouble of reapplying her makeup and dressing up just so she could look her best.

The call got through a few seconds later. She flashed him her sweetest and brightest smile.

"I'm about to make dinner soon, Uncle Matthew! What time will you be home?"

Matthew stared intensely at her through the screen of his phone. She was wearing an open shoulder top that revealed her collarbones and flawless shoulders. Why is she wearing that if she's just going to make dinner?

There was a look of burning desire in his eyes, but it was gone in a flash as he returned to his usual icy-cold self again.

"Hmm, I'm not sure."

"Huh?"

Clarissa was a little disappointed, but maintained her smile anyway. "No worries, I'll wait for you! Hurry up and finish your work, okay? Bye-bye now!"

She then hung up on him and let out a sigh before heading off to get changed.

Looks like I'll have no choice but to wait for him, then...

After ending the video call, Matthew lowered his gaze and thought about it.

Donnie was standing in front of him and waiting for his reply, although he already had an idea what it would be.

"Cancel the dinner appointment tonight."

It was as he had expected.

"Very well, Mr. Tyson."

However, right as Donnie was about to leave his office, Matthew changed his mind once again.

"Actually... Never mind, I'll go," he said while reaching for his coat.

So he's still going to give her the cold shoulder.

Clarissa was done making dinner by seven and had been waiting for him at the dining table since then.

Despite her painful hunger, she was determined to not touch the food until he came back.

At around ten, she checked her phone again and let out a huge sigh when she saw no message from him.

Eventually, she gave up on waiting. She left the food on the table and she went to bed.

The next morning, Clarissa heard a noise from outside. She bolted out of her bedroom, only to see the front door being closed.

She then ran out the door and sprinted towards Matthew, who was waiting for the elevator, reaching him right as the elevator doors opened.

"You're not going anywhere!" Clarissa shouted with her arms outstretched while standing in his path.

Matthew frowned as he eyed her pajamas and bare feet.

"Get back inside!" he ordered coldly.

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What the hell is with this attitude? Was my apology and kiss for nothing?

"What's the meaning of this, Matthew? Are you still mad at me? I'll do anything. Just tell me what it is that you're still unhappy about!"

He ignored her question and simply stared her down with his icy-distant gaze.

Refusing to back down, Clarissa bit her lip and stared back at him stubbornly.

"Go put your shoes on."

"No!"

That was when she felt a chill from the tiles beneath her feet and realized she wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Clarissa!"

Matthew was getting angry, but that didn't seem to deter her one bit.

"You care about me, don't you? Stop being mad at me, okay?"

She took a step forward and attempted to hug him, only to claw at air as he took a step back.

Clarissa frowned before lunging at him again. This time, she had committed to her lunge and managed to wrap her arms tightly around his waist.

Matthew tried to pry her off him, but her grip was simply too strong.

Heh, there's no escape for him now!

Clarissa let out a gleeful smile. "Uncle Matthew, can we have that talk now?"

Matthew kept quiet and simply carried her back into the house. He was about to toss her onto the sofa when she quickly wrapped her legs tightly around him as if she was clinging to him for dear life. "Get off me!"

"No! You'll leave if I do!"

Matthew stared at Clarissa's pretty face, his eyes slowly filling up with lust and desire.

Clarissa felt her alarm bells ringing when she noticed the change in his gaze. "On second thought, maybe I'll get down..."

"Too late!"

Matthew then held her down on the sofa and kissed her aggressively on the lips.

Clarissa trembled in fear and tried to resist, but he had her hands pinned down with their fingers interlocked.

All she could manage were muffled grunts as he ran his hands all over her body. She tensed up as they were about to touch her crotch, which prompted him to stop what he was doing.

Her heart was beating like a machine gun, and her eyes were filled with fear.

Noticing that, Matthew released his grip on her. He closed his eyes as he sat down beside her.

"I-It's not that I'm not willing to... I... I'm just not yet ready for it..." Clarissa said nervously as she pulled the hem of her nightgown back down.

As Matthew stood up, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist again.

"Please don't be mad at me, Uncle Matthew!"

Her voice sounded really mellow. Although unintentional, the way she pressed her body tightly against his only fueled his sexual urges even further.

It took Matthew every bit of willpower he could muster to resist the temptation to take her right then and there.

"What do you think you did wrong?"

"You went to see me out of concern, but I didn't know better and was rude to you."

"Wrong!"

"Huh?" Clarissa was surprised. "Then what is it? Why are you so mad at me?"

"Figure it out yourself!" he shouted as he shoved her off.

Clarissa grabbed him by the wrist when he stood up to leave.

"Please don't go... I'm not smart enough to figure out what you're mad about, so please just tell me, okay?"

Matthew raised an eyebrow at her. "No."

Clarissa pouted and climbed onto his back.

"I'm not coming down unless you tell me!"

"Hmph... Fine, you can stay on my back while I get to work, then."

We'll see who gives in first!