You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 19

Matthew could feel all his self-control and rational self dissipating into thin air as she moaned.

He lowered his head and sucked on the woman’s slightly parted lips. Everything was as sweet as he imagined as her moans became muffled.

His breathing became increasingly ragged as he inched close to the woman beneath him. He traced her velvety smooth skin down from her arms. Her soft skin was irresistible, and Matthew found his breathing increasingly erratic as his Adam’s apple constricted from the surmounting desire coursing through his body.

“Hahaha…”

Suddenly, laughter could be heard coming out from the door. Matthew froze right then.

He closed his eyes and drew himself away from Clarissa’s lips. Then, he jolted away from the bed and turned around to head for the bathroom.

Clarissa was still blissfully unaware, and bit down on her lips. She stripped off her bra, turned to her side, and dozed off clutching the covers.

Matthew had only come out of the shower after some time. His upper body was bare, exposing his muscular and firm chest. He stood at the side of the bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and his obsidian, deep-set gaze darkened further at the sight of the woman’s flawless back. Matthew stood there and transfixed his gaze on the woman for some time before he put on some clothes and headed out the door.

Clarissa was finally awake. She sat on the bed, holding her head in pain. Her brain was in disarray, unable to recall what had happened.

I was drinking with Ellie… What happened then?

And this room… I think this is Matthew’s room. Why are my clothes splattered all over the floor… even my bra? We’re just short of a man’s clothes from confirming that something happened here…

“Oh man…”

Dismayed at what might have happened the night before, Clarissa hugged her head. Did I…

I don’t suppose-

Clarissa hurriedly jumped off the bed and scrambled for her clothes. She put on her clothes in a jiffy and tried to scurry out of the room.

Her mind started to go into overdrive trying to recall what had happened the night before as soon as she was back in her own room. Besides, I’m not the type to go out of hand when I’m drunk… Matthew is so many years my senior. I’m overthinking this. Nothing happened, period.

Matthew had been unfazed when she was drugged back then after all. Now that he knew that he was so many years her senior, Clarissa had faith that nothing could have happened between the two of them. He is a gentleman.

It was time for breakfast, and Clarissa made her way to the dining hall. She bumped into Matthew and noticed that he was sitting by the window alone. Aside from breakfast, there was a laptop on the table. Well, he seems busy.

She was contemplating whether she should say hello. Right then, Matthew glanced in her direction. The impassive gaze incited an inexplicable feeling in her. He did not avert his gaze from her.

In the end, Clarissa relented and headed in his direction.

“Uncle Matthew, morning!”

Under his scrutinizing gaze, she shifted in unease. Her lips twitched and managed a thin smile.

“Did you bring me back to your room yesterday? I’m sorry for getting so drunk, and for occupying your room. Haha… I hope I didn’t trouble you too much.”

Matthew raised a quizzical brow and finally parted his lips to speak. His tone was icy cold.

“No.”

Relieved at his answer, Clarissa beamed with a sweet smile. “Uncle Matthew, I’d better not interrupt your breakfast then, excuse-” Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Have a seat!”

Clarissa knew it was an order, rather than a warm gesture.

She had a bad hunch about it all. After she took a seat, the breakfast she ordered was sent to their table. Clarissa said nothing, but she was actually hoping that she could finish her breakfast in a heartbeat.

On the other hand, Matthew seemed to have lost interest in his work. He sipped on his coffee in a relaxed manner and occasionally glanced at Clarissa as she ate.

She felt her face getting hotter with each passing moment under his gaze, until…

Cough, cough…

She finally choked on her food.

Clarissa hurriedly grabbed a glass of water and washed it down her throat. She could not hold it in anymore and lifted her head, and locked eyes with Matthew’s obsidian, deep-set gaze.

“Uncle Matthew, would you please stop staring at me like that? It’s so weird. Or do you have something you want to say to me?”

“Why can’t I look at you?”

“No, it’s just weird that you keep staring at me when I’m eating. I’m sure that you will feel the same if I ogle at you while you eat.”

“You can try.”