You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 4


    rissa had wanted to turn him down, but her voice had left her when her eyes met Matthew’s sharp


    ones.


    Ellie, on the other hand, was pping with joy.


    “That’s great, Uncle Matt. It is decided then.”


    Instinct told rissa that there was something dangerous about his gaze when he quirked his lips.


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    She mustered her courage, wanting to reject his offer again, when his phone rang.


    Matthew rose to his feet, then left for work after answering the call.


    With the conversation finally ended, rissa wentpletely limp as she slumped against Ellie on the


    couch. “Why did you say that? Do you hate me so much?”


    Ellieughed out loud. “Look at you, getting all shy. My uncle is your uncle. There’s nothing to be


    embarrassed about. We’ll just get him a little something in return once you find yourself a man.”


    rissa stood up; her eyes rounded. “Is that even the point?”


    “Then what is it?”


    The point is, how could you get him to introduce me to a man after he saw me in only a bath towel and


    what I did to him when I was drugged?


    Nevertheless, rissa kept those thoughts to herself. It wasn’t something to be proud of.


    That night, she stayed with the Tysons at Ellie’s insistence.


    Thetter’s parents were familiar with rissa because she was Ellie’s only decent friend back in


    college, and they liked her a lot. Given that Matthew didn’t return that night, and rissa’s natural


    ability to get along with elderly people, her stay with the Tysons was considered afortable one.


    Nevertheless, rissa couldn’t seem to fall asleep. She got out of bed in the dead of night and went


    down to the living room, thinking about her mother and the Garretts.


    She was never a worrywart. If the Garretts were to continue to treat her as a fool, she would go with the


    flow and leave them behind.


    As she was deep in thoughts, a wave of sleepiness came over her. She was about to head for the


    stairs when a tall and dark figure almost made her scream.


    “Who’s there?”


    rissa’s heart dropped when she saw Matthew, dressed in casual clothes, walking out from the


    shadows.


    How long has he been standing there?


    “I’m sorry to bother you, Uncle Matthew.” rissa deliberately addressed him as such, wanting to get


    away from that awkward situation as soon as possible. “I just came down to grab a drink and I’m on my


    way to bed now. Good night.”


    With her entire body tensed up, she was about to walk past Matthew to head upstairs when he


    suddenly grabbed her wrist.


    rissa froze on the spot.


    Whether it was idental or intentional, she could feel the man brushing her wrist with his fingers.


    “Do you need anything from me, Mr. Tyson?” she asked, trying her best to stay calm.


    Matthew could see the caution, anxiety, and fear in her eyes.


    Is she really innocent or is she just too good at acting?


    Just as rissa thought he was about to do something to her, he suddenly let go of her wrist and put


    his hands in his pockets as though nothing had happened.


    “What aren’t you calling me ‘Uncle’?”


    Matthew knew rissa had only called him that because she was afraid he would cross the line with


    her.


    “I just couldn’t get used to it for a moment. If there’s nothing else, I’ll-”


    “Ms. Quigley,” Matthew interrupted her hasty farewell. “If you don’t mind, could you pour me a ss of


    water?”


    What?


    He ignored the shock on her face, walked over to the couch, and sat down as though he was


    ustomed to being served.


    Helpless and unable to refuse, rissa went into the kitchen and poured a ss of water before


    heading back to the living room.


    She was going to put the ss down, but Matthew had already reached out to take it from her hand.


    Their fingers touched.


    rissa withdrew her hand in a flurry. She dared not look at him.


    “Well… I’m gonna go back to bed then.”


    rissa was even more anxious. Turning around, Matthew’s deep voice sounded from behind her.


    “Just say the word if you’re ever in need of help, Ms. Quigley. I can give you a hand.”


    What is that supposed to mean?


    “Thank you, Mr. Tyson, but I’m doing fine. Have a good rest and good night.”


    She mbered up the stairs and returned to her room, heart pounding in a frantic tattoo.


    Meanwhile, Matthew was still in the living room, mulling things over.


    rissa’s an attractive youngdy. Isn’t this too much of a coincidence that she showed up before me


    and is Ellie’s best friend? Is she trying to approach me or the Tysons?


    Hah, your true colors will be revealed soon enough.