You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow
Chapter 43

Matthew carried Clarissa into the house and straight upstairs into the bathroom of one of the bedrooms.

Clarissa didn't care whatever Matthew did to her. She had not recovered from the shock she had earlier and acted as if she had given up on her life. There was no resistance from her at all. Only when Matthew was about to unbutton her shirt did Clarissa caught Matthew's fingers and muttered in a sulky manner.

"Let me do it myself."

Matthew's eyes glistened. He retracted his hands and lowered his gaze at the petite body.

"Can you go out?"

"What if I say no?"

Clarissa didn't say anything else. She clung onto her collar tight and merely sat there.

It was unpleasant for Clarissa to be stuck in this stalemate. However, out of Clarissa's expectation, Matthew left the washroom a moment later.

Silence blanketed the washroom, except for the dripping of water from the tap.

Matthew sunk his body into the sofa in the room. His legs were crossed together and he looked graceful. One of his arms lay on top of the armrest, the other one holding on to a cigarette. A puff of smokes emerged from his mouth.

His collar was unbuttoned, and his sleeves were rolled up all the way to his elbow. The soft light of the room reflected off the surface of his relaxed face.

It was what Clarissa saw when she got out of the bathroom. Even though he was resting, his presence still pervaded the entire room.

Clarissa was in Matthew's bathrobe as she had nothing to change into. She wrapped the bathrobe around herself so tight as if her body was allergic to light.

Clarissa didn't wake him up. Barefooted, she stalked to the balcony.

It was quite chilly outside. Even though the Zen Highlands was immersed in the dark, a million stars lit up the night sky.

It was very rare to be able to behold a sky full of stars in D City.

Clarissa felt cold after some time. She tugged on her bathrobe tighter and turned around. To her surprise, Matthew was not far behind her. His smoldering eyes were staring ahead.

A breeze ruffled up Clarissa's hair. She tucked in a few strands of hair behind her ear and strode into the room awkwardly.

"Thank-"

Clarissa seemed to think of something else before she could finish her sentence.

Matthew's expression remained forbidding as ever.

Clarissa didn't know what to say to Matthew other than thanking him. Suddenly, the ringing of her phone echoed through the room.

Clarissa picked up her pace and went to the washroom to pick up her phone.

"Clare? I'm so sorry I didn't pick up your phone earlier! I didn't hear it ringing. It's so late now and you're still awake? You have anything to tell me?"

"Oh umm, it's fine now..."

Clarissa then pretended to sound lethargic, “I'm so sleepy now! Yawn, let's talk tomorrow, alright? Bye!"

Upon hanging up the call, Clarissa found herself looking straight into Matthew's inquisitive eyes.

Pfft.

Clarissa's face was as red as a tomato.

She could feel the mirth in Matthew's eyes.

"U-Uncle Matthew, it's so late now. You should rest first. We'll talk tomorrow."

Matthew's lips quirked up as if to mock Clarissa for her behavior earlier.

He walked past her and entered the bathroom.

Clarissa pursed her lips. Suddenly, she thought of the dirty clothes she left in the bathroom.

No!

Clarissa was squirming with the greatest shame she had ever experienced.

She left her lingerie on top of the pile of her clothes. She had even planned to wash them after Matthew left the room so she could wear them again tomorrow.

Clarissa clenched her fists tight and pounded herself on her head. I am so dumb!

When she could no longer hear any sound from the bathroom, she made a break for the bed and wrapped herself in the blanket.

She heard a door swinging open following the sound of footsteps towards her. Then, she could feel her bed sinking in further. Immediately, Clarissa felt as if she was struck by lightning. Her body shot up in alert.

"W-what are you trying to do?"

Once Clarissa was nervous, her tone changed.

She involuntarily writhed her lips and smiled stiffly.

Her voice was artificially sweet when she spoke, "Uncle Matthew, are you not resting?"

Matthew got onto the bed himself. He was only wearing loose-fitting sweatpants. His washboard abs and his bulging chest were all for Clarissa to ogle at.

Cough, cough!

Clarissa hurriedly looked away from the Greek statue. Don't look at him! Don't look at him!

Matthew tucked his lips in. He lay down on the bed and propped his head on his hand as he stared at Clarissa. Her face was beginning to redden as her flush crept up from her neck.

Because of her movement, Clarissa's bathrobe was loosened. Matthew could clearly see that she actually wore nothing underneath.

Earlier in the bathroom, he saw Clarissa's lingerie lying on top of the pile of clothes. Now, he didn't have to see with his own eyes to know that she also had nothing below her waist.

If Matthew didn't know what an inhibited person Clarissa was, he would have thought that she was showing him her flesh on purpose.

Noticing where Matthew's gaze was directed at, Clarissa lowered her head to look at her herself. When she saw how disheveled she was, she quickly pulled the soft fabric of the bathrobe tighter. "W-what are you-"

"This is my bedroom." Mathew proclaimed.

Clarissa got off the bed right away. "I will replace another room to stay in. Please rest well."

Matthew didn't stop her, which Clarissa soon learned why upon leaving the room. She regretted her decision as she looked down the empty hallway.

There was not a single living soul in the entire building. It was as quiet as the wood in late winter. The floor was covered in a pale yellow light. Clarissa continued along the corridor and found another room on the same floor, but the door wouldn't budge when she tried to open it.

She was about to go downstairs, but her eyes got to the floor below before her legs could bring her there. It was pitch black downstairs, and as silent as the graves. Clarissa could hear each of her breaths whisking in and out of her. She was beginning to feel appalled by her idea of going downstairs as her imagination ran wild.

For every step she took, she would look around her as if she was afraid she wasn't the only being around.

When she got to the second floor, she halted her steps as she stared down the corridor.

At this instant, she just wanted to bawl her eyes out in defeat.

How can this be?

Is Matthew a psycho? He has such a big house but there's not a single servant in here. Also, why are all of the lights off at night? Is he trying to cut down on his electrical bills? This is ridiculous!

Why...

Suddenly, a draft of hot air blew past her. Following it was a soft murmur.

"Why aren't you moving?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!"

Clarissa's ear-piercing shriek sliced through the air.

She shut her eyes as she floundered around while she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Matthew broke into laughter. His voice was deep and sultry.

Clarissa heard the familiar voice and opened her eyes. Matthew was leaning against the wall with a nonchalant grin on his face.

"Grrrr! Matthew, I am going to kill you!"

An inferno burned in Clarissa. She charged towards Matthew, her hands clenching his neck. She was so terrified just now that it wouldn't be a surprise if she killed Matthew, with all the stress pent up in her. Matthew chuckled and grabbed her tiny hands, securing them behind her back. Clarissa was now forced against Matthew's ripped body.

With all that motion, Clarissa's bathrobe slipped to reveal her fair shoulders and slender thighs. They were testing Matthew's ability to hold back his lust. Worst still, her private parts could be faintly seen through her clothing, which tormented Matthew.

Clarissa still hadn't realized the unruly state she was in. She took a deep breather and her breasts thrust outward. It was quite an erotic scene.

She was still angry at Matthew. "Matthew, what a pervert you are! That's too much! You've really scared the crap out of me. Boohoo..." Clarissa began to cry.

Matthew's lust was immediately doused out.

He sighed internally and let go of Clarissa's hands. Then, he pulled her into his embrace and mumbled, "Why are you crying again?"

"It's all your fault! It was so scary!"

Matthew patted her on her back gently. Clarissa's body was so close to Matthew's. The thin material of the bathrobe gave him a good feeling of what was underneath.

Damn!

Matthew swiftly brought Clarissa back to his room.

This time, Clarissa didn't dare to say that she wanted to stay in other rooms. She lay on top of the master bed quietly. She didn't resist as Matthew set her down before taking the position next to her. The bed was big, which provided enough space for Clarissa to edge towards the side of the bed.

Matthew didn't put himself closer to Clarissa. There was a gap between the two of them.

"I'm so sleepy. Goodnight."

Clarissa told Matthew with her back facing him. The latter only uttered a response under his breath.

As silence filled the room, there was peace.

However, late in the night, a soft body rolled into Matthew's arms. He clenched his teeth, but he was thrilled.

When Clarissa woke up, her throat was dry and her whole body was hurting.

She gasped. Did I do anything last night?

Then, Clarissa looked down and noticed that the pins were still on the back of her hand. Only then was she relieved. She touched her own forehead and worryingly moved her hand to her body. Inside the room, a cold voice broke her dubious thoughts.

"What now? Are you worried that I did something to you?"

Clarissa's face flushed red and she simpered, "Of course you won't, right? Before, Uncle Matthew didn't do anything to me. Now that I'm sick, you probably won't touch me, I guess?"

"Mmhmm. I did it."

"Huh? What? Really?"

Clarissa was stunned. She stared at Matthew's handsome face and asked again, "I don't think it will happen. Uncle Matthew, I have faith in you."

"It's better if you don't have faith in me."

Matthew curled up his lips slyly and gave Clarissa a notice candidly.

"Because one day, I will do you."

Clarissa was stumped.

She didn't know if she was afraid or shy. Her face reddened, and she didn't dare to look at Matthew.

Her eyes were glowing. A moment later, Clarissa was looking at the needle on the back of her hand.

Inside her head, she was chanting to herself repeatedly. This is just an illusion. I didn't hear anything. This is just an illusion...