You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 65

Matthew arched a brow at Clarissa, who was still in a daze.

“Are you going to leave now?”

She gave him a nod.

“Do you know what you’re doing, Clarissa?”

She nodded again.

Something glinted across Matthew’s gaze as he beckoned her over.

Indeed, she went over to him obediently.

A faint smirk played on his lips. What a little fool.

Is she drunk?

“Come here!”

Clarissa rejected him right away. She seemed to have awoken from her drunken stupor.

“No!”

Matthew raised a brow. Is she sober or drunk?

“Come here!” he insisted.

Under his insistence, Clarissa’s expression fell. She pouted and flung her bag reluctantly.

She wasn’t her usual self tonight.

Hence, Matthew concluded she was intoxicated.

“Clare?”

He called her name endearingly.

Clarissa harrumphed in displeasure. “Stop calling my name. I don’t like that. Don’t call me that, Matthew.”

“You don’t like that?”

Matthew let out a low snicker and stood up. He went over to her and pulled her in for a hug.

Clarissa leaned into his arms obediently. She was frowning as her cheeks puffed up adorably.

Matthew felt his heart softened at the alluring sight.

Lowering his head, he pinched her jaw and caressed it tenderly.

“Clare, why are you unhappy?”

“You bullied me.”

“When did I do that? You’re my all-time favorite, remember?” said Matthew.

He even gave her a peck on the lips.

Clarissa touched her lips and declared, “No, don’t kiss me without my consent!”

“But I consented!”

“Oh…”

Clarissa didn’t refute his words and accepted the fact quietly. Suddenly, she shoved him away.

“Don’t hug me. You should hug Shermaine instead.”

Matthew snorted at her reaction.

He studied the woman, his interest piqued. Clarissa was showing her genuine emotions tonight. She wasn’t drunk but relaxed due to the after-effects of having alcohol. Her usual pent-up emotions were vented out tonight. Look, she’s being jealous.

“Are you jealous?”

To his surprise, Clarissa nodded. “Yep. I hate you and Shermaine. I hate the fact that you’re getting married.”

Matthew’s heart skipped a beat at her honesty. He was pleased.

She’s being herself tonight, right?

Beaming, he leaned over and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Planting a kiss on her forehead, he asked, “Clare, do you like me? Do you like Matthew?”

“Yes, I do. I like him very much!”

Matthew sighed in pleasure. After all, it was a rare sight to see her confessing her feelings to him.

“Then, I won’t marry Shermaine.”

“Really?” Clarissa met his gaze innocently. “That’s good.”

“Are you happy now?”

Clarissa gave a nod, but promptly changed her mind and shook her head. “No, I’m not happy.”

“Why?”

“Cos you’re going to marry someone else.”

“Someone else?”

“Yep. Ms. Cole, Ms. Windsor, Ms. Leeroy…”

It took Matthew a while to realize those ladies didn’t exist in real life. She was referring to the status and background of the upper class.

It occurred to him that Clarissa wasn’t jealous of Shermaine. Instead, she was worried he might need to marry someone of his class.

Well, she’s overthinking.

Picking her up, he brought her to the sofa and placed her in his laps. This was the only time she wouldn’t reject his advances.

He brushed his palm across her waist and brought her closer.

“Clare, who do I need to marry to make you happy?”

Clarissa fell silent at his question.

The corners of his mouth turned up as he reached out to tickle her jaw. At the tickling sensation, Clarissa cowered back and giggled innocently. Her tinkling laughter caused Matthew to tense up, feeling the urge to do something.

Anyhow, she was trapped in his embrace. His gaze darkened with desire.

“Clare,” his voice turned low and seductive.

“Mm?”

Clarissa stopped laughing and tilted her head adorably. Her gaze was fixated on him intently.