You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 97
Matthew could only conclude that this woman was indeed a one-of-a-kind temptress.
However, he knew to keep his thoughts to himself or this woman would give him an earful.
Upon returning to Zen Hignds, rissa and Matthew did nothing besides keep each otherpany.
He read his book while she read her script and when she felt tired, she would lean against him and nap
in his arms for a bit.
Speaking was not necessary because this warm and quiet atmosphere was more than enough for them
to feel content.
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However, their peaceful moment came to an end when rissa received a call from Helen at night.
rissa’s brows furrowed. Shouldn’t she know better by now?
Doesn’t she know how angry I am at being put in a tight spot at her wedding?
Why is she still calling me?
“Hey, rissa. My husband and I wish to invite you and Mr. Tyson to attend our party tonight. Don’t
worry, it’s only with some close friends. Those ignorant people won’t be there to find fault with you
again… I’m really sorry about what happened earlier. I didn’t expect our ex-ssmates to go so
overboard. I hope you didn’t take it to heart.
“We’ve been ssmates and friends for many years. We were really close too back when we were
roommates. You still take me as your friend, right? Since you’re in D City, we should hang out more
often…”
Helen had spoken so much, but ultimately, her goal was to get rissa and Matthew to attend the
party together.
Even after rissa solemnly refused, Helen did not get angry and only said that if there was a chance,
they should get together in the future.
After hanging up the call, Matthew nced at her. rissa chucked her phone aside and leaned
toward him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed at him with bright eyes.
“So, is this what you meant when you said I won’t be able to remain low-key anymore? You predicted
this?”
The edges of Matthew’s lips lifted slightly as he stroked along rissa’s spine and raised his brows to
ask, “Predicted what?”
“Don’t act dumb. You predicted that Helen would contact me, didn’t you? Well, she didn’t just call me,
she apologized. She was so nice I thought we were real sisters for a second there,” rissa said with
sarcasm.
“Mm.”
“What do you mean ‘mm’?
rissa smacked Matthew on the chest. “You already expected this would happen. Hmph! She’s only
so nice to me because she wants to get acquainted with you. Helen’s as stubborn as a mule, so she
probably only did this because her inws are pressuring her. And they probably asked her to do it
because they wanna curry your favor. That’s why I told you can’t just show up whenever you want.
Someone like you needs to hide from greedy people and keep a low profile.”
“If I didn’t show up, they would’ve continued bullying you. You don’t seem happy that I came to your
rescue.”
The corners of rissa’s mouth twitched and she fell silent for a moment with no way to refute. But
then, she pouted her lips and spoke in a coquettish tone.
“Of course I’m happy. I didn’t say that I wasn’t! All I can say is that I underestimated how mean those
people could get. Why did they single me out like that? What did I ever do them?”
rissa just could not understand what she did to deserve this.
However, Matthew could somewhat guess the reason behind their actions.
Ordinary people usually could not stand seeing others fare better than themselves.
In school, students often tried to best each other in terms of clothes and money. Society was more or
less the same. People would often make fun of those who had the lowest-paid jobs or hadn’t yet
married.
People always got off on banding up against someone whom they were envious of.
That was especially the case for rissa due to her stunning looks. She had probably turned down
many boys in school back then and garnered the envy of many girls. Fast forward to the present, the
men wanted to see rissa lead a miserable life just so they could feel better about themselves and
the women’s mentality was even easier to understand.
Hence, it was very easy to guess their motives. Doesn’t this woman know that the so-called ss
reunions are just a front for besting each other and see who’s better than who?
Matthew pinched rissa’s cheek and chuckled in low voice.
“Silly!”
“You’re the one who’s silly. I’m a smartdy, mind you.”
“Mm, you’re the smartest.”
Matthew yed along with her with an indulging smile.
rissa scrunched up her nose and harrumphed softly. “Save it. I don’t need your half-assed
compliments. All that matters is that I know that I’m smart. I’m low-key like that.”
Matthew stopped talking altogether. Sooner orter, the word “low-key” was going to be her
catchphrase.
“Oh, right. I turned down Helen’s invitation to the party tonight, but I have a feeling that she won’t give
up so easily. I’ll definitely keep turning her down, that’s for sure, so it’ll be useless no matter how much
she pesters me. On the other hand, if her inws use me to build rapport with you, don’t fall for it.
Helen and I are not friends.”
Matthew raised a brow. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Alright, alright! My dear Mr. Tyson doesn’t need me to tell him all this. I get it. I’m stupid to have even
mentioned it, okay?”
rissa pushed Matthew away and wanted to stand up, but it was to no avail.
Matthew gripped her slender waist and forced her to lean against him, using his free hand to grab her
chin.
With a devilish smirk, he asked in a husky voice, “Are you mad?”
“No, I’m not that petty.”
“Good then.”
The next second, he lowered his head to nt kisses on her lips, taking his time to revel in the
pleasure it brought.
There was no space left between their bodies as Matthew slowly deepened the kiss.
…
Just like rissa had predicted, Helen did not give up.
She seemed desperate, inviting rissa out the next day itself without bothering to ask if thetter was
working.
Perhaps she felt that since rissa had a man like Matthew as her boyfriend, she wouldn’t need to
work at all.
Once again, rissa rejected Helen’s invitation through the phone call, feeling flummoxed.
Shouldn’t Helen be on her honeymoon now?
After writing for almost half a day in Zen Hignds, rissa went to Ellie’s ce and modeled the new
arrivals while thetter took photos for the live broadcast at night.
rissa did not dare to tell Ellie about Helen, afraid that Ellie would press her for more details which
would then leave her no choice but to reveal the truth.
Hence, rissa chose to keep it a secret for now.
But she was already thinking about the right time to tell Ellie. This matter could not be kept a secret for
much longer. If Ellie were to catch wind about it from their ex-ssmates, the entire matter would be
exposed.
Rather than letting it be exposed, it was best toe clean herself.
Unfortunately, rissa couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to do so.
After taking the photos, Ellie made backup copies and sent them to rissa. They had their dinner first
before moving on to the live broadcast. Unlike the first time, rissa was more experienced this time
round.
Seeing the number of viewers shoot through the roof, Ellie could barely contain her excitement.
This live broadcast didn’t end until after eleven at night and rissa waspletely drained of energy
by then.
Matthew had called her several times, to which she discreetly replied with text messages in order to
pacify him.
“re, your influence is seriously powerful and far-reaching. Haha! By the way, someone messaged
me on my live broadcast tform offering you a job as an anchor. It’smission-based. They even
asked for your number in hopes that you’d be interested in joining the showbiz. Tsk tsk, this is only the
second live broadcast. You’d be famous by now if I wasn’t selfishly keeping you all to myself.”
Like a fish on drynd, rissa rolled her eyes and drew out the word, “No.”
“I know, I know. You would never ept the offer. Besides, you’re my exclusive model. No one else is
allowed to headhunt you. Alright, I’ll send you home now. Your apartment or your boyfriend’s ce?”
“Mine.”
“Your apartment? Okay, got it.”
Seeing that rissa was only giving one-worded answers, Ellie refrained from talking. rissa was her
golden goose, so she had to take very good care of her.
Ellie supported her to the car, then brought her back to the apartment and even sent her right to her
bed.
When she started snoring softly, Ellie finally took her leave.
Matthew came up only after he made sure Ellie was gone. He went into rissa’s room and nced at
the woman on the bed who hadn’t even changed out of her clothes yet. A hint of fond exasperation
shed across his stoic face.
He leaned down to take off her clothes, but because she was just tired and not dead drunk, she
immediately woke up when she felt someone fumbling with her clothes.
The moment she opened her eyes, she collided gazes with Matthew and hence, let her guard down
and sat up unhurriedly. But when she looked down, she found that Matthew’s hand was resting on her
chest.
Matthew did not retract his hand, nor did he have the intention to do so. His eyes flickered with a hint of
mischief.
rissa’s brows drew together. “Why is your hand still here? Are you going to leave it here until the
sunes up?”
Amused by rissa’s tone, instead of removing his hand, he deliberately squeezed lightly.
“Maybe I will.”
rissa snorted softly and pushed his hand away. Swinging her legs off the bed, she fixed her clothes
a little before going to the bathroom.
When rissa came out of the shower, Matthew had already made himselffortable on her bed.
While drying her damp hair, she asked, “Didn’t I tell you that it’s toote so I won’t be going to Zen
Hignds tonight?”
“Mm, so I came here.”
rissa’s hands paused their movements. “Can I have my own space?”
Matthew was silent for a while before countering, “Didn’t you have your own space the whole day?”
“I meant at night.”
“Not at night!”
rissa threw the towel aside and growled, “Tyrant!”
Matthew raised his brows in silent admission.
rissa climbed into bed, but before she could find afortable position, she was pulled into
Matthew’s arms. This was something he always had to do whenever they were both in bed.
Not just in bed, but as long as his hands were idle and she was beside him, he would automatically hug
her and stroke her back. I really don’t know how this fetish of his came about.
And what did he hug when there were no women beside him during his “celibate” years?
rissa’s imagination started to run wild.