You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 25

Jeremy raised his brow while looking toward Matthew.

Lying on the ground, Yarick followed Jeremy’s gaze to look at Matthew, his eyes widened in disbelief.

“Matt? You…” The pitiful look on his face and his accusatory eyes made him look as if he was a poor lady being dumped by a heartless man.

Pfft!

Both Ellie and Damon couldn’t help but burst into gales of laughter upon seeing his reaction. “Mr. Yarick, stop making that pitiful face. You look like you’re ditched by Uncle Matthew.”

Yarick soon realized he looked silly, so he got up immediately. Before he could ask Matthew the reason why he deserved to be treated this way, the latter had made his way toward the door and left.

He was left scratching his head. “Eh? Jeremy, what have I done? Is Matt mad at me? Why did he suddenly kick my chair? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”

Wrapping his arm around the beautiful lady sitting next to him, Jeremy flashed him a mysterious smile while he lazily gave him a piece of advice, “Mind your words.”

“Wait, what did I say?” Yarick was clueless.

Jeremy started a new game with Ellie and the others, not bothering to answer the slow-witted Yarick. As for Yarick, he was still trying to figure out why Matthew treated him that way.

In the meantime, the doorbell rang soon after Clarissa arrived at her apartment.

Through the peephole, she saw Matthew standing behind the door. In fact, she was not surprised at all at his arrival.

She stood there silently, refusing to open the door.

Just then, her phone rang. As soon as she answered the call, she heard the man commanding harshly, “Open the door!”

“Uncle Matthew, it’s late now, and I’m already in bed. If there’s something you want to tell me, you can just say it over the phone.”

The man didn’t respond, but she thought she heard his snicker.

Restlessness crept onto her heart after he ended the call.

Beep! Beep!

The next moment, she heard the sound of the door unlocking. Before she could even figure out how he managed to unlock the fingerprint lock, Matthew had entered her apartment, exuding an intimidating aura.

“Y-You…” She was at a loss for words.

Matthew approached her. Feeling intimidated, she retreated a few steps backward and accidentally tripped and fell onto the couch. She looked clumsy when she struggled with her limbs, trying to bring herself into a sitting position.

Matthew was amused. The anger on his face soon disappeared, replaced by a faint smile.

Standing beside the couch, his gaze darkened while he fixed his eyes on her. “I see that you’re glad that I’m here. I, too, miss the lovely moments that we spent on this couch last time…”

“Stop! Please!” She halted his words.

Nevertheless, the image of him kissing her on the couch came flashing across her mind.

She hopped off the couch to stay as far away from him as possible. Her face went blushing as red as a tomato.

The man was still looking at her teasingly, but she managed to force herself to calm down. Biting her lips, she looked up at him before saying in a soft voice, “Uncle Matthew, it’s inappropriate for you to come to my apartment so late at night. You…”

“How is it inappropriate?” He interrupted her.

“Well, you’re my elder, and we shouldn’t…”

Before she could finish her words, Matthew, her “elder”, had come up to her. He wrapped her waist with one hand and clasped the back of her head with the other. The next moment, he mashed his lips against hers, his tongue found its way into her mouth.

By the time the kiss ended, his fingers had found their way into her shirt without her realizing it, caressing her silky skin. With his lips inches away from hers, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Which elder of yours will treat you the way I treated you just now, huh? Clare?”

Her cheeks flushed red, but still, she glared at him through her watery eyes. “You! You b*stard!” Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Matthew chuckled while giving her waist a light squeeze. “Uh-uh! Are you scolding your elder now?”

“You… What kind of elder are you? Let go of me…” She struggled to break free from him but to no avail.

The man tightened his grip on her waist. She froze when his hands started to linger around her body.

Feeling embarrassed, she was on the verge of crying. “Matthew Tyson! How could you treat me like this?”