You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 32

At his question, Clarissa froze. Everything she had planned to say got lodged in her throat unexpectedly.

How had she never realized how shameless this man was?

He carried that monk-like look of extreme calm everywhere he went. However, when it came to her, he felt it appropriate to unleash his brutish nature.

“Uncle Matthew, Mr. Tyson, what are you trying to do?”

Matthew’s lips curled into a smile. His eyes flickered with amusement, but that disappeared too quickly for Clarissa to notice.

However, as he lazed around in his chair, he seemed to be in a rather good mood.

He swept another look at Clarissa’s body. She was wearing a set of short pajamas—he wished he had taken the chance to caress her legs more just now.

His fingers shifted slightly as his eyes took on a steely glint, making Clarissa feel extremely uneasy.

She sat down on the sofa opposite him, waiting for him to give her an explanation.

Indeed, after he blew out a ring of smoke, he said in a low voice, “You know exactly what I’m trying to do.”

Clarissa felt a wave of anger rise in her again. What sort of answer was that?

She retorted stubbornly, “No, I really don’t.”

“Oh, is that so? Why don’t I show you again…”

The moment he said this, Clarissa jumped up and ran into another corner of the room, putting as much distance between them as she could. She was afraid that he might actually make good on his threat.

Angrily, she said, “You…hold up!”

Matthew raised an eyebrow and gazed at her intently.

Clarissa frowned. Suspicion and displeasure were written all over her little face.

“I’ve told you this before—we’re not compatible with each other. Not only are we too far apart in age, but we have a different perspective on love too. You already have the beautiful Shermaine Smallwood, so who am I to you? I can’t be bothered to play games with you anymore—I never did. To put it simply for you, Matthew, I absolutely refuse to be a third party to your relationship. I will not be your mistress.”

By the time she finished speaking, her expression had turned cold and aloof again.

She gazed disdainfully at the man before her. To think she had respected him so much before! He had turned out to be nothing more than a lustful jerk.

Were all rich men as hard to satisfy as him? Matthew already had the most beautiful woman in D City, but he seemed to be combing the streets for a mistress, too.

Clarissa didn’t understand him, but she didn’t really want to, anyway.

Aside from disdain, her expression now took on shades of annoyance and disgust.

Matthew’s eyes narrowed into a thin line as he motioned her over with his fingers. However, Clarissa shook her head in refusal.

Did he think she was a dog or something? How could he try and call her over in that demeaning way?

Matthew’s eyes darkened as he realized that they were locked in a stalemate.

“Is this because of Shermaine?”

“I’m not going to answer that. Just know that I will never submit to you.”

Never submit to him?

By her logic, Matthew was the oppressor, and she was oppressed.

“Trust me, I’m not in a relationship with Shermaine. I just know her because our families are on good terms,” Matthew explained.

However, Clarissa pursed her lips in annoyance. “Your families arranged a marriage between the two of you when you were kids. What sort of relationship do you have with her, then?”

Matthew smiled deviously. “Are you jealous?”

“Jealous? Ha, you wish! I just…”

At that moment, she met Matthew’s dark eyes. Clarissa shivered and nearly bit down on her own tongue by accident. In the end, she decided to keep those awful words to herself.

Matthew continued to explain. “By the time she was born, I was already twelve years old. My relatives teased me all because I held her for a few seconds, that’s all. I wouldn’t call it an arranged marriage. Anyway, I’m much too old compared to her.”

Matthew regretted saying this almost as soon as he did.

As expected, Clarissa noticed his slip as well. She laughed mockingly and said, “Haha, what a coincidence! I’m the same age as Shermaine, in case you haven’t noticed.”

Matthew looked a little embarrassed. He put out the cigarette and fell silent.

Clarissa couldn’t help but feel that, cold as he was, Matthew was rather amusing to watch right now.

However, she didn’t dare to laugh. All she wanted was for him to leave right now and let her off the hook.

“You said it yourself! Our age gap is way too big.”

I didn’t say it, you did!

“So I think it’s best if you leave now.”

Matthew stood up. However, he didn’t turn to leave—instead, he walked even closer to her, cornering her straight into his arms.

Clarissa looked like a prey surrounded by a hungry pack of wolves. Left without a way to escape, she had no choice but to twist her neck away as a last line of defense.

“You…don’t you dare come over, or I’m going to scream…”

Matthew burst into laughter at the expression on her face.

“Go on, scream.”

Clarissa suddenly remembered that this cliched phrase that always appeared in the movies. Scream as much as you like, no one is going to hear you anyway.

Abruptly, her anxiety disappeared, and she suddenly wanted to laugh instead.

Her lips twitched. She looked up and tried to say something, but Matthew quickly pressed his lips against hers. However, he didn’t kiss her deeply this time—instead, he grazed his lips gently against hers, growling softly as he did.

“I’m not going anywhere. Tonight, I’m going to stay right here in your room.”

“You can’t do that…hmm!”

He pressed his lips against hers again before she could protest.