You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 256

The towering person behind her was warm and exuded a familiar scent.

She tensed up for a moment before taking a step forward, away from the man behind her.

Turning around, her gaze was immediately locked on a pair of dark brown eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr. Tyson. I didn’t know you were there.”

The man was none other than Matthew.

He nodded slightly in response. With his usual expressionless face, he glanced at her before casting his gaze on the crowd nearby. Standing tall in his black suit, he looked mysterious and indifferent as ever.

Currently, he had a glass of champagne clutched in his right hand. Clarissa could not help but admire his long, slender fingers and his neatly trimmed nails.

Noticing her gaze on his fingers, he glanced back at her and cocked a brow. “Ms. Quigley, is there a problem?”

“No. Sorry for staring.” Clarissa lifted the corners of her mouth into a faint smile and looked away.

When she saw Ryler coming toward her, she nodded at Matthew respectfully before taking her leave.

Ryler cast a glance at Matthew, who was standing off to the side, and lowered his head to her ear. “What were you guys talking about?”

Clarissa tilted her head and answered him with a question, “What do you think?”

An affectionate smile appeared on his face as he hugged her around the shoulders and acted suggestively, bringing her away from the crowd. “Someone is going to be jealous.”

She gave him the side-eye and said, “That’s enough. Where’s my colleague? I need to find her before she runs off with that celebrity.”

Just then, she saw Mandy rushing toward her.

“Clarissa, are you okay?” Mandy darted a suspicious glance at Matthew, seemingly worried that he might affect Clarissa’s mood.

Clarissa responded with a reassuring grin. “Don’t fret. Of course I’m okay. By the way, have you taken pictures with your idol?”

“Yes! He’s so handsome.” Mandy squealed in delight.

“Alright then. Let’s go for supper. It’ll be on Mr. Cooper.”

Ryler quirked an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me?”

Clarissa shot him a look, and he immediately threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine. It’s on me, everyone. Let’s go.”

Mandy punched the air in excitement. Oh my gosh! I can’t wait to have supper with Mr. Cooper. This is superb!

A few minutes later, they walked out of the hall, got into their cars, and headed to a small diner at the roadside.

Clarissa stared at the place in surprise. It was rare to see diners opening for business late at night in winter. Usually, only popular eateries would operate in this harsh weather.

As expected, the diner was bustling. If it were not for Ryler’s friendship with the owner of the diner, they would have waited outside for hours.

Surprisingly, they did not attract any attention from the other diners as they got to their table. Perhaps this place was frequented by public figures, so the customers had gotten used to it.

The food and beer they ordered soon arrived, and the four of them, including Ryler’s assistant, ate to their hearts’ content, especially Clarissa, who stuffed herself until she was close to bursting.

Mandy cast a bitter look at her. “Clarissa, aren’t you afraid of getting fat?”

Clarissa paused and looked at her quizzically. “Huh? I normally don’t get fat because I can slim down within a few days after I resume my normal diet.”

Dejected, Mandy put down her cutlery and stared at the meat on her plate wordlessly.

Upon seeing her expression, Ryler’s assistant, Travis, said, “But you’re not fat, Mandy. I seriously don’t get why women always say they’re fat. Why are you all so concerned about your weight? My wife is chubby, but I love her just the way she is. It feels like kneading dough.”

Everyone at the table was rendered speechless.

Mandy’s lips twitched. “Travis, doesn’t your wife get angry with you whenever you say she’s fat?”

“Oh? How do you know that?”

Mandy merely let out a wry laugh.

She continued to eat a few pieces of lean meat, feeling torn inside. Hmm, should I buy a treadmill?

Looking at their interaction, Clarissa doubled up with laughter. “Travis, do you like to pick fights with your wife?”

“Haha. She is just a fragile woman. Even if she punches me, it won’t hurt at all. Besides, I usually seek revenge on her at night.” He wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

Clarissa and Ryler looked at him, speechless.

“Travis, can you not be so explicit?” Color started to creep up Mandy’s face.

He spared her a confused look. “What? How am I explicit?”

Mandy blushed even harder. Was I overthinking?

Clarissa cracked up and proceeded to pat her shoulder in amusement.

With that, Ryler and Travis started to chuckle as well, causing Mandy to lower her head in embarrassment and continue munching on the meat in her mouth.

They eventually left the diner around midnight, and Ryler sent Clarissa back to her hotel.

In the car, he said, “I bought some gifts a few days ago. I didn’t know you were coming. Otherwise, I would have asked you to bring them back instead of asking my assistant to deliver them through a courier.”