You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 22

It was a new experience for Matthew to be stared at by the person whom he was kissing.

He couldn’t help feeling amused by her reaction. Covering her eyes with his hand, he deepened the kiss.

In a daze, Clarissa passively received his kiss.

Although the young lady in his arms didn’t return his kiss, the softness of her lips was sufficient to drive him crazy. He pressed her against the couch, looming over her.

When Clarissa came back to her senses, only did she realized they were in an intimate yet dangerous position. At that instant, she could hear nothing but her heart beating wildly in her chest. In a panic, she placed her hand on his chest to prevent him from moving any closer, whimpering in fear.

Matthew halted his kiss and then gave a peck on her swollen lips. He then propped his arms on both sides of her body, encircling her. The young lady was looking at him pitifully through her watery eyes; there was a hint of panic in her eyes.

He sat back on the couch next to her, pulling her into his arms. Caressing her back, he uttered in a deep voice, “Now you know what you’ve done to me that day.”

“That’s impossible!” Clarissa pulled herself away from him. At this moment, she finally regained her composure, looking at him with accusatory eyes. “I wouldn’t do something like that! Besides, I usually fell asleep after I’m drunk.”

Hearing that, Matthew let out a chuckle. “Are you sure? It can’t be that I, as your elder, tried to take advantage of you when you’re drunk, can I?”

With her cheeks burning, she stood up and pointed her fingers at Matthew. “Y-You… Aren’t you taking advantage of me right now?” Her mind was a mess, but she knew she couldn’t let him take advantage

of her like that.

“Do you not like it when I kissed you?” he asked.

“I don’t!” She glared at him with her arms akimbo.

“Uncle Matthew, I respect you as my elder. I’m sorry for offending you that night, but we’re even now. It’s rather late now, and you should leave. I need to get some rest.” Unlike her previous timorous manner, she put on a brave front and dismissed him.

Under her angry stare, Matthew raised his brow as he rose to his feet. He then approached her, pulling her into his arms.

With his eyes darkened, he stroked her nose tip with his, muttering under his breath, “Clare, you’re the one who started it. You’ve kissed your elder….”

“Don’t say it!” She interrupted him. “I… I apologize, okay? I’m drunk, and I have no control over my behavior. Besides, you’re sober. Can’t you just push me away?” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Why should I?”

“You… You… You old coot!” How could he not stop me at that time?

Her heart tightened upon noticing his gaze turned cold. She tried to shrink away but to no avail. As she struggled to break free from him, the man propped her up with his hands holding her bottom, pressing her body against him. At the same time, he gave her a ferocious kiss, forcing her to swallow her grumble.

…

Just then, the ringing phone interrupted the kiss. Matthew buried his face against her neck, his breath tickling her skin.

A moment later, he let go of her and answered the call. He couldn’t help curling his lips into a smile while looking at the young lady sitting on the couch, shooting daggers at him.

After he ended the call, he sat back on the couch, his finger brushing her lips. “Clare, you’re wrong. I’m not old, and I’ll prove it to you in the future.”

Prove it to me that he’s not old? How is he going to prove it? Wait… Why should he prove that to me? Her mind was full of questions, but the person to answer her doubts had left the apartment.

The kiss had drained all her energy, leaving her breathing heavily like a fish being thrown out of the water. Lying on the couch, she was catching her breath while staring blankly into space.

Being inexperienced, she was left at his mercy throughout the kiss. Damn… Ellie dared say her uncle lives an ascetic life. Ascetic my foot! She’s such a liar!

She could still sense his familiar scent of faint tobacco around her, unsure if it was lingering in the room or on her skin.

A moment later, she went to the washroom. Her mind gradually wandered off while she soaked in the bathtub. Why did he kiss me? What does that mean?

Shouldn’t he at least give me an explanation? Or was he just playing with me?