Yuliana escalated the scale of the problem, emphasizing that Clarissa would bring shame to the whole Tyson family.
Not only that, she also took the liberty to speak on behalf of other members of the Tysons as well.
Matthias had been keeping mum throughout the whole exchange. However, he felt the need to speak up when it came to the topic of drug abuse.
“Matthew, why was Clarissa at the villa if she was not doing drugs? Anything to do with drugs is going to make us look really bad.”
Shermaine chimed in, “That’s right, Matt. It’s really difficult to shrug off any affiliations with drug abuse. I’d heard about those details from my friends in the circle.”
She had only thought about the way to straighten her story but it was too late.
The point was, it would be near impossible for Clarissa to clear her name.
Shermaine had employed netizens to come up with a myriad of speculation about Clarissa’s involvement with drug abuse. It did not matter if the police had cleared her name. As long as the netizens were steered in the direction that Clarissa was indeed involved in drug abuse, people would affiliate her with the despicable act in the future nonetheless.
It would be an arduous task to clear people’s deep-rooted assumptions about Clarissa then.
Shermaine knew how powerful social media was in influencing the opinions of others. She had used it to her advantage back then, and she was going to pull the same old trick again.
Right then, Matthew was between a rock and a hard place, facing the dissent of the whole family, especially since the only person who would support him, Ellie, was not around.
However, he actually found it to be bearable.
Instead, the man was worried about his future with Clarissa; the difficulties and disapproval that awaited her.
He was apprehensive about the accusations and disfavor his woman was about to suffer. I do not wish for her to endure this baseless maltreatment.
Up until then, Matthew thought no problem in the world would be too difficult to solve. However, he had to admit that he was at a loss about Clarissa’s problem.
…
It was already late into the night when Matthew was back in Zen Highlands.
He puffed on a few cigarettes before entering the house. Hence, he stood in the frigid cold to let the smell dissipate before going into the house.
The dim nightstand lamp lit the bedroom. He did not enter the bedroom directly and tiptoed to the sofa in the living room instead. He took a seat on the sofa, deep in his thoughts amidst the silence.
The door sprung open not long after. The woman was wearing a sleeping gown with a shawl draped over her shoulders as she stood by the door.
“Why are you awake? Did I wake you?”
Clarissa shook her head and walked over to Matthew’s side. She sat on his lap and burrowed herself in his embrace.
The woman slipped her hands into his coat, and circled her hands tightly around his waist as she snuggled her head against his chest.
“Did you smoke?”
Matthew caressed her hair and replied, “Yeah, I smoked outside just now. Can you still smell it?”
“Yeah. Are you worried about something? Your family knows about my news, right?”
Matthew’s silence was a resounding yes to her question.
Even though she was dejected from the revelation, she did not wish to burden Matthew further as the man already had enough to worry about.
“Actually it’s just a matter of time for them to know about this. I’ve actually already prepared myself to be the topic of the town for some time. They’re already against the idea of us being together in the first place anyway. Even without this, they’re still going to frown upon the idea of us being together. This incident just gives them extra ammunition to do so.”
Matthew tightened his embrace around the woman, blowing kisses on her forehead. His breath felt reassuringly warm against her cheeks.
In a low voice, the man gently said, “Clare, their disapproval will not stand in our way.”
“Yes, I know. So, don’t get all tensed up because of this.”
Clarissa lifted her head. Tracing the moonlight that shone on the man’s face, she pressed her fingers on his furrowed brows to ease it. In a demure manner, she said, “You’re going to get so many wrinkles from furrowing your brows like that. I’m not going to find you handsome anymore if you’re all crinkled.”
Matthew finally eased up after listening to her.
His thin lips curled into a slight smile. Hooking her chin up, the man lowered his head and planted a kiss on her lips.
“Well, well. Do you not find me handsome now?”
“No, you’re the most handsome and charismatic man I know. I’m just reminding you not to furrow your brows and take good care of that dazzling face. Of course, you still look great now.”
Matthew chuckled at her words which were clearly an attempt to crack him up. He brushed against the tip of her nose.
In a low, seductive voice, he said, “You have the best taste in men, Clare.”
Clarissa broke into a chuckle as well. However, the next moment, her chuckle was muffled by Matthew’s kiss. Sounds of the fervent exchange soon filled the room.
In a swift motion, Matthew carried Clarissa and entered their bedroom. The door closed behind them as the duo intertwined with each other, lost in passion.
The next day, Clarissa woke up early.
She found it hard to stay in bed lately as something was bothering her.
Hence, she was roused the moment Matthew was awake.
When the man was off to exercise downstairs, she got up and straightened herself before heading downstairs to make breakfast.
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