You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 10

A cheeky grin appeared on Clarissa’s chubby face.

Those who were interested in being her “friend” stopped in their tracks when they saw Matthew by her side.

“You’re delighted?”

Matthew swirled the wine in his glass and gazed at Clarissa.

She beamed. “Yes. I’m delighted to see you here, Uncle Matthew!”

“Ha!” Matthew chuckled softly. “I thought you’re nervous to see me?”

“A little, yes. But I know you’re a nice man. Besides,” she paused before deciding to be honest with him. “I was too sensitive and petty back then. I’m really sorry about that.”

Her apology was extremely sincere.

Clarissa had always been a righteous person. As she had misunderstood the man earlier, she apologized earnestly.

Matthew was slightly surprised to hear her apology.

Something flashed across his eyes as he swirled his glass slowly.

After a brief silence, he replied, “Okay.”

He accepted my apology?

Clarissa had a wide grin on her lips. Actually, Mr. Tyson’s a nice man. He seems aloof, but he isn’t that bad.

I was wrong about him, yet he accepted my apology without saying anything. That’s awesome!

I need to respect him.

Seeing Clarissa’s grin, he gave a slight smile, too.

“Oh, I need to thank you.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow. He knew what she was talking about, but he asked anyway. “What is it about?”

“Thank you for helping me out. The other men dared not come to me because you’re standing right here.”

Clarissa was grinning smugly. I’m such a genius!

Matthew chortled and replied, “Thank you, too.” “Huh?”

Clarissa instantly understood what he meant. Her expression turned troubled. “Seriously? I’m Ellie’s friend, a generation younger than you. The ladies after you won’t misunderstand. You don’t have to thank me. Previously, I messed up your date with that lady. I think I’d better leave now.”

Before she could leave, Matthew grabbed her arm.

Everyone at the party gasped at his action.

Ellie was looking at them curiously. Suddenly Clarissa’s voice rang out loudly. “Uncle Matthew, even if you make me stay, it’s useless. I’m so much younger than you. They might believe you if I claim to be your daughter instead of your partner.” She let out an awkward laugh.

The crowd heaved a sigh of relief.

Amused, Matthew released his grip on her while Ellie dashed over to them.

“Uncle Matt, you don’t like anyone here? Grandma told me to make sure you pick at least one.” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He fell silent and ignored her.

Ellie’s lips twitched as she whispered in Clarissa’s ear, “Look at him. Do you think he has a fetish?”

Clarissa nearly burst out laughing. She looked down and stifled her laughter with a cough.

Ellie chuckled awkwardly and hurriedly changed the topic.

“Stop brushing me off. Why didn’t you chat with your friends back there? Come on, stop being a homebody.”

She pushed Clarissa into the crowd, where the young people were milling around in a lively manner.

Matthew narrowed his eyes. Is there a generation gap between us?

Meanwhile, Yvonne was jealous when she saw Clarissa among the socialites.

When did that country bumpkin get acquainted with the rich and powerful?

It took a lot of effort before Yvonne received an invitation to the party. She didn’t expect to see Clarissa here.

No wonder she refused that old dude Patrick. Turns out she has a better target in mind.

Her eyes gleamed menacingly. When she saw Clarissa heading to the restroom, she immediately went after her.

The moment Clarissa stepped into the restroom, someone behind her gave her a push and locked the door behind her.

Staggering forward, she turned back and saw Yvonne.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m a socialite in D City. Why can’t I be here? How did you sneak in, anyway? You pretended to be all high and mighty back home, but turns out you’re a materialistic woman. You’re too ambitious and despise Patrick. Do you think you can find someone younger and richer here? Clarissa, do you seriously think you can marry into a rich family with your looks? Someone as poor as you can only be a prostitute. There’s no way they will accept you! Dream on!”

Yvonne claimed to be a socialite, but her words were rude and nasty.

Clarissa couldn’t be bothered to argue with someone like her.

She went to the sink and washed her hands without a word.

“I was right. Look, you dare not say anything. Now you know your position. You should just marry Patrick obediently. If you seduce those young and rich kids, they’d only think of you as a prostitute. You get me?”

After drying her hands, Clarissa suddenly removed her accessories and put them in her bag carefully.

She strode over to Yvonne and raised her arm.

Slap!

A loud and resounding slap landed on the latter’s face.

Yvonne was still in a daze as Clarissa chided, “You were being rude, so I taught you a lesson on behalf of your father. How dare someone like you claimed to be a socialite? Ha!”

“Did you just slap me? F*ck you, Clarissa!”

“F*ck you, too! Can’t I slap you? It’s just a mild punishment. If you dare, we can fight and show everyone out there. Will they still think you’re a socialite?”

“You…!”

The words got stuck in Yvonne’s throat. Indeed, she dared not fight in front of the upper-class society out there.

All she could do was glower at Clarissa furiously.