You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 296

Matthew’s words were way too suggestive.

Upon sensing that he was interested in Clarissa, the three people took their leave to give them some space.

Thus, there were now only Clarissa and Matthew left.

She inched closer and whispered, “Why are you here?”

“Because I’m rich.” He cocked an eyebrow.

What he said made sense. People who came here today were either the rich or the poor. Clarissa, who was short of money, participated in this event with the sole purpose of finding potential investors for her project. On the other hand, wealthy people like Matthew were here to use their money to make more money.

She sighed resignedly. “Didn’t you say you had work to do?”

He asked a question in return, “Didn’t you say you’d be in W City?”

“T-that’s because I want to give you a surprise.”

“Uh-huh. What a big surprise indeed.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“That’s enough.” She gave him the side-eye before sweeping her gaze across the crowd. “I need to find investors.”

When she was about to leave Matthew behind, he caught her wrist and pulled her into his embrace, pressing her against himself.

Needless to say, their risqué posture attracted many people’s attention, and she could start hearing people talking about them under their breath.

Shooting daggers at Matthew, she spat through gritted teeth, “Mr. Tyson, let me go.”

“Clare, I’ve said that I have the money,” he insisted.

“But I don’t want your money.”

I can ask for sponsorship from anyone but him.

Just then, Yael came out of nowhere and replied to Matthew, “We need your money, Mr. Tyson. We can go into the details at a later date.”

He smiled in response. “Okay. I’ll let Donnie discuss with you.”

The way they talked to each other was rather business-like, and it was as if Yael had not seen that Clarissa was signaling her for help.

“Yael, you can’t do this.” Clarissa whimpered.

Upon hearing her voice, Yael turned to her and feigned ignorance. “Oh, Ms. Quigley, I didn’t see you just now. Actually, you can go over the project details with Mr. Tyson first. It’ll be more effective if you’re the one who discusses with him. Good luck and have fun!”

With that, she turned on her heel and left with a spring in her step. We finally got something tonight. I don’t know about other investors, but I’m certain that we can get the money from Mr. Tyson.

She looked like a procuress who walked away after completing the transaction, and Clarissa was the woman who had been sold to Matthew.

He had his hand at the small of her back, caressing her tenderly. For those who did not know about their relationship, they probably would have thought that Clarissa was utilizing her beauty to trick Matthew into investing in her project, and he had clearly fallen into her trap.

Soon, they left the event, and gossip about their relationship started to spread.

After they got in the car, Clarissa wanted to protest, but he pinched her chin forcefully and slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting what he had long missed. She let out a muffled noise in defiance before finally relenting.

After a long time, he finally turned his French kiss into light pecks as his hand stroking her thigh under her dress.

The smell of alcohol lingered in between the space between them. After he let go of her, she panted lightly, trying to catch her breath. Staring at her red, moist lips, his eyes darkened with desire once more as he went in for another long, deep kiss.

A moment later, she clenched her fists and punched his shoulders. “Are you trying to suffocate me to death so you can take over my studio?”

Although she was complaining, it sounded like a coy whine to him, and even her eyes that were glaring at him at the moment looked attractive to him. For Matthew, every part of Clarissa was flawless and seductive.

In a good mood, he was all smiles even as she continued to grumble about him.

His slender fingers swept across her face as he said huskily, “I’m just trying to show you my love, Clare.”

His cheesy words gave her goosebumps, and she even shivered exaggeratedly. “Can you behave?”

He gave her a nonchalant shrug. “I never want to behave when I’m with you.”

“Shut up!”

She turned away from him and looked outside the window, but he hugged her from behind and put his chin on her shoulder, his breath fanning her ear. “Okay. I’ll behave myself. Don’t be mad.”

Seeing that she was not giving him any response, he started to ‘behave’ and asked her a serious question, “Clare, it’s been a long time since we last met. Should we have a deeper exploration of each other…”

Before he could finish his question, Clarissa immediately turned around and cupped a hand over his mouth.

Fuming, she shot daggers at him and locked her eyes on his laughing eyes. “Matthew, you’re already a father. Can you behave and set a good example for our son?”