You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 19


    Matthew could feel all his self-control and rational self dissipating into thin air as she moaned.


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    He lowered his head and sucked on the woman’s slightly parted lips. Everything was as sweet as he


    imagined as her moans became muffled.


    His breathing became increasingly ragged as he inched close to the woman beneath him. He traced


    her velvety smooth skin down from her arms. Her soft skin was irresistible, and Matthew found his


    breathing increasingly erratic as his Adam’s apple constricted from the surmounting desire coursing


    through his body.


    “Hahaha…”


    Suddenly,ughter could be hearding out from the door. Matthew froze right then.


    He closed his eyes and drew himself away from rissa’s lips. Then, he jolted away from the bed and


    turned around to head for the bathroom.


    rissa was still blissfully unaware, and bit down on her lips. She stripped off her bra, turned to her


    side, and dozed off clutching the covers.


    Matthew had onlye out of the shower after some time. His upper body was bare, exposing his


    muscr and firm chest. He stood at the side of the bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist,


    and his obsidian, deep-set gaze darkened further at the sight of the woman’s wless back. Matthew


    stood there and transfixed his gaze on the woman for some time before he put on some clothes and


    headed out the door.


    rissa was finally awake. She sat on the bed, holding her head in pain. Her brain was in disarray,


    unable to recall what had happened.


    I was drinking with Ellie… What happened then?


    And this room… I think this is Matthew’s room. Why are my clothes sttered all over the floor… even


    my bra? We’re just short of a man’s clothes from confirming that something happened here…


    “Oh man…”


    Dismayed at what might have happened the night before, rissa hugged her head. Did I…


    I don’t suppose-


    rissa hurriedly jumped off the bed and scrambled for her clothes. She put on her clothes in a jiffy


    and tried to scurry out of the room.


    Her mind started to go into overdrive trying to recall what had happened the night before as soon as


    she was back in her own room. Besides, I’m not the type to go out of hand when I’m drunk… Matthew


    is so many years my senior. I’m overthinking this. Nothing happened, period.


    Matthew had been unfazed when she was drugged back then after all. Now that he knew that he was


    so many years her senior, rissa had faith that nothing could have happened between the two of


    them. He is a gentleman.


    It was time for breakfast, and rissa made her way to the dining hall. She bumped into Matthew and


    noticed that he was sitting by the window alone. Aside from breakfast, there was aptop on the


    table. Well, he seems busy.


    She was contemting whether she should say hello. Right then, Matthew nced in her direction.


    The impassive gaze incited an inexplicable feeling in her. He did not avert his gaze from her.


    In the end, rissa relented and headed in his direction.


    “Uncle Matthew, morning!”


    Under his scrutinizing gaze, she shifted in unease. Her lips twitched and managed a thin smile.


    “Did you bring me back to your room yesterday? I’m sorry for getting so drunk, and for upying your


    room. Haha… I hope I didn’t trouble you too much.”


    Matthew raised a quizzical brow and finally parted his lips to speak. His tone was icy cold.


    “No.”


    Relieved at his answer, rissa beamed with a sweet smile. “Uncle Matthew, I’d better not interrupt


    your breakfast then, excuse-”


    “Have a seat!”


    rissa knew it was an order, rather than a warm gesture.


    She had a bad hunch about it all. After she took a seat, the breakfast she ordered was sent to their


    table. rissa said nothing, but she was actually hoping that she could finish her breakfast in a


    heartbeat.


    On the other hand, Matthew seemed to have lost interest in his work. He sipped on his coffee in a


    rxed manner and asionally nced at rissa as she ate.


    She felt her face getting hotter with each passing moment under his gaze, until…


    Cough, cough…


    She finally choked on her food.


    rissa hurriedly grabbed a ss of water and washed it down her throat. She could not hold it in


    anymore and lifted her head, and locked eyes with Matthew’s obsidian, deep-set gaze.


    “Uncle Matthew, would you please stop staring at me like that? It’s so weird. Or do you have something


    you want to say to me?”


    “Why can’t I look at you?”


    “No, it’s just weird that you keep staring at me when I’m eating. I’m sure that you will feel the same if I


    ogle at you while you eat.”


    “You can try.”