You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 17

Sparing Clarissa, the others were stumped by Jeremy’s odd remarks.

Her face flushed with bright pink as she recalled something.

He must be teasing me because he misunderstood things between me and Matthew…

Didn’t Matthew clarify things with him?

Bewildered at the unwarranted teasing, Clarissa shot Matthew a glance. The latter said nothing. However, his deep-set gaze glinted briefly.

“Jeremy.”

Matthew’s tone was not at all stern, but he was essentially telling Jeremy off.

The latter knew better than to continue blabbering and steered the conversation as he talked business with Matthew.

Clarissa had been uptight throughout the whole exchange, forming a stark contrast against Matthew’s relaxed manner. He had a cigarette in one hand, and a spoon in the other, nonchalantly picking on his food.

She had her eyes on a particularly savory dish. However, it was not long before the dish was whisked away from her sight. Dejected, she put down her utensils and sipped on her drink.

Someone seemed to have caught onto her disappointed look and passed the dish back to her. Her eyes lit up at the dish and hurriedly picked on the food.

Matthew puffed on his cigarette, his lips curving into a smile, amused at Clarissa’s demeanor.

Clarissa headed back to her room after dinner. She dozed off into slumber and had only woken up at night.

Roused by the bustling music outside, she made her way to the bathroom to freshen herself up before heading outside.

In the hallway, through the windows, Clarissa noticed that the yard was brightly lit as it bustled with the sounds of her friends barbecuing and drinking. She leaned languidly against the window, the corner of her lips curved into a slight smile at the sight before her.

Somewhere not far from where she was standing, Matthew transfixed his gaze at the woman who had a smile on her face.

He decided to approach her.

“Aren’t you going to join them?”

Clarissa was slightly surprised to hear a voice. Noticing that it was Matthew, she smiled. “Uncle Matthew, what about you? Why are you not joining them?”

“Well, some would say that I’m too old to party,” he smirked.

“Pfft…” Clarissa could not help but chuckle. “Uncle Matthew, I told you it was just a joke. Are you still holding grudges against me or what?”

He met her gaze, his obsidian eyes darkened.

“What if I say yes?”