You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow
Chapter 275

After Matthew left, Clarissa rolled on the bed repeatedly from one end to another and sighed.

Oh my God, he must have thought I'm desperate for his touch! This is so embarrassing!

What have I done?

Oh no!

How she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself right away when she recalled the smirk on his face before he left.

He must be thinking that I am blo*dy desperate. I'm sure he's judging me right now!

She suddenly remembered something people always said-women are hornier in their thirties.

Oh, my God! Agh!

She tried hard to recover from her embarrassment, but she fell asleep after some time.

Clarissa slept comfortably throughout the night.

After a night of snow showers, the sun shone brightly and warmed the bed. It was so comfortable that she refused to get up the next morning.

After staying in bed for a few more minutes, she finally rolled out of it.

Nothing much in the Zen Highlands had changed. Clarissa was pleased that it still looked the same as how it was three years ago.

Upon seeing Julia and the other maids downstairs, she felt a pang of guilt.

It was the same guilt she felt toward Matthew.

Matthew and I had so many memories here. I wonder how he felt every time he stepped into this house in the last three years. Her expression turned grim. If I were in his shoes, I would feel miserable too.

Clarissa let out a long sigh and curled up her body.

All of a sudden, she looked up as she felt someone was rubbing her head. Matthew sat down, carried her, and placed her on his lap.

He inched closer and kissed her forehead. With a deep voice, he asked, "What's with the sigh? Are you upset?"

He spoke in a calm voice and appeared to be much gentler than how he was last night.

Matthew might have forgiven her, but somehow, Clarissa was not pleased with the turn of events. "How can you forgive me easily?"

He should have punished me, taught me a lesson, and screamed at me instead.

How could he let me off so easily after what I've done?

She grabbed his hands and said, "Why don't you slap me? Please don't forgive me so easily. Even if you want to ignore me for a period of time, please do so."

Matthew gave her a puzzled look and pinched her cheeks. "Do you still want to fight with me? And you still want me to ignore you?"

Clarissa got instantly tongue-tied. She pouted and shook her head. "No..."

"So what exactly do you want?" Matthew asked.

"I just felt you're being too nice to me." Clarissa could feel all the love from him as she looked at the gentle expression on his face.

"I'm pretty sure the last three years must be hell for you. I've been so mean to you and even fought with you because I didn't believe you," she said, "It's all my fault, yet you forgave me easily. It just doesn't fee right."

"You're upset because of this?" Matthew grinned and pinched her cheek. "Since you've learned from your mistakes, please be a good girl and behave from now onward. Don't throw tantrums anymore, okay?" "Hey, I didn't..." she hesitated and decided to admit her mistake, "Fine. I'm sorry for what I did to you."

Upon gazing into his dark eyes, Clarissa instantly swallowed her anger and kept mum.

He's right. I can be a little willful at times.

The corner of Clarissa's lips quirked up. "Okay. I'll behave and be good from now on."

Matthew lowered his head and gave her several tap kisses on the lips. "Be a good girl, and I'll be nice to you.”

It was as if he was talking to a child.

Clarissa wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him passionately.

The worst was finally over.

After breakfast, Clarissa leaned against Matthew and asked, "Don't you need to go to work?"

"You're home now. I don't want you to be upset when I'm gone."

Clarissa was very touched by his thoughtful words.

It looks like the perfect man does exist! What have I done to deserve a man like Matthew?

Clarissa went up, embraced him tightly, and stuck her tongue into his mouth.

Matthew was taken aback by her passion at first, but of course, he reciprocated her affection.

Verona woke up the next day after spending a night with the highest bidder at the auction. Though she was not particularly intimidated by Clarissa's threat last night, she could not help but recall the gift Clarissa had promised her.

She waited till noon but had yet to receive the so-called gift from Clarissa.

Verona smirked. I knew it. That imbecile woman is just good at threatening people.

Since she's not going to walk the talk, it's my turn to teach her a lesson.

Verona leaned forward and said to the man in a coquettish voice, "Someone bullied me last night, and I'm still pretty upset about it. Can you avenge me, Mr. Weils?"

The man, Donald Weils, seemed to be in a good mood. "Tell me who it is! I'll teach the person a lesson."

"She's a screenwriter. When I went for a casting call many years ago, she sabotaged me and caused me to lose my dream role," Verona explained, "I bumped into her recently, and guess what? She ganged up with others and humiliated me..."

She continued making up stories but did not reveal who the screenwriter was.

Some men might have easily bought her story but not Donald. "You mean the screenwriter who was with Ms. Zaha last night?"

Verona was taken aback. Does he remember Clarissa? She must have seduced him with her slutty look!

"Yes, Mr. Weils. She's gorgeous but absolutely vicious. Can you teach her a lesson on my behalf, please?"

Donald grinned, stood up, and put on his clothes. He then turned around and looked at Verona. "I don't mind teaching her a lesson if she's just a nobody, but she's a well-known screenwriter. Also, didn't you see how close she was with Mr. Smallwood last night?"

Verona's eyes darkened for a moment before responding with a laugh. "That's just how Mr. Smallwood is with any woman. Are you afraid of him?"

Donald chuckled. "I have to admit that I'm terrified of him."

Verona was not ready to give up. She got down from the bed and wrapped her hands around him.

Yet, without hesitation, Donald pushed her away. "I'll get someone to transfer the money into your account later."

He then turned around and walked away, leaving Verona alone in the room.

Fine! I'll do it myself!

She called her manager, Maxdon, and tried to convince him how Clarissa looked down on both of them.

Just when she finished complaining, Maxdon instantly reprimanded her. "Are you mad? I've always allowed you to do things your way because I believe you're smart enough to know what you're doing. And now you're complaining about her?"

He continued, "Yaala told me about last night. I've warned you not to cause trouble, but you didn't care. You just want to offend the whole world. Do you know who Yaala is?"

Verona's frustration kicked in. She shouted, "Who cares about her anymore? She's just an old hag!"

"Shut the hell up! How dumb are you?" Maxdon raised his voice.

"Oh, so now I'm dumb? I wonder who insisted on becoming my manager?" she sneered, "You chose me in the first place, but now you treat me like trash? Don't you know that I'm now famous and will one day replace Yaala for sure? I can easily replace myself another manager if I want to!"

What she said had rendered Maxdon speechless. How dare she talk to me like this?

Verona thought Maxdon was intimidated. She let out a cold laugh and continued, "If you want to continue to serve me, you do as I said."

"I might not be able to take Yaala down now, but I definitely am capable of destroying a screenwriter," she said, "I want you to use your network to sabotage her, and I want her to be out of showbiz. She'll have to pay the price for offending me. Go and do as I said now!"

Verona then ended the call. Maxdon looked at the screen and burst out laughing.

She's the dumbest woman I've ever encountered.

Maxdon always knew Verona was not easy to deal with, but he had been turning a blind eye to all the things she had done in the past because of the potential he saw in her.

He had not been paying attention to her lately because he was busy managing the other celebrities under his wing.

Seeing how arrogant she had become ever since she became popular made him question if he should continue to become her manager.

She has great potential, but she must change her attitude first.

But he no longer had high hopes for her upon witnessing Verona's condescending attitude.

At that point, Maxdon made up his mind.

While he was still deep in thought, he received another call. Upon hearing what the person said on the other end of the phone, his expression turned even more grim.

Verona doesn't know her boundaries at all.

Maxdon went straight to his superior and told him he did not want to manage Verona anymore. He even advised the management to stop investing in her career as she was bound to stir trouble for the company.