All Chapters of Meeting Mr. Right By A One-night Stand: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Or... had he never come in at all? Clarissa scratched her hair and rubbed her face. The scene in her dream gradually faded away as she sobered up. Her temples were throbbing, and she had a headache. She pressed her fingertips on her forehead and rubbed it. Then she got out of bed. "Mrs. Jordan, good morning!" Pattie happened to come in. She looked at Clarissa and smiled. Clarissa forced a smile, "I got up so late. Why didn't you wake me up?" "Mr. Jordan said that you're not feeling well when he left. He let us not disturb you to allow you resting for a while." Clarissa was stunned. She looked at Pattie who was relieved and asked, "Where did he sleep last night?" "Mrs. Jordan, don't you know that? He worked too late last night, so he directly slept in the study." Clarissa was silent for a moment. It turned out that he really didn't come back. There was an indescribable complicated feeling in her heart, and she

Clarissa scratched her hair and her face looked so annoyed. Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, she said impatiently, "Say it if you have anything to say! Otherwise, I will leave!" "Wait!" Anderson stopped her in a low voice. Then he stood up and walked towards her. Clarissa breathed rapidly for no reason.   He stopped in front of her and looked at her with his hands in his trouser pockets. Seeing the annoyance that flashed across her face, although his face was still straight, his intense and dark eyes smiled slightly. "Last night, you were angry with me just because of this?" Clarissa was stunned. She looked up at him in shock. Anderson added in a light tone. "Someone from the Richardson family told you about this?" Clarissa opened her eyes wide again. Why did he know everything? How could he be so well-informed? Anderson quickly solved her doubts. "My engagement with Levine famil

Clarissa looked at him blankly. She just talked in anger, and she didn't expect that he would take it seriously. A sore pain came from her chin. Then she groaned and said unhappily, "What are you doing? It hurts!" "Answer me." His tone was aggressive, and his eyes were indifferent. Being stared at by him like this, Clarissa immediately felt a little scared. She frowned, "What do you want me to answer?" "who am I?" Clarissa was speechless. "Are you an idiot? Don't you know who you're?" However, she only dared say this in her heart, and she did't dare really say this. She smiled flatteringly and answered honestly, "Anderson." "What?" Clarissa was confused. Was the answer wrong? She replied tentatively, "Mr. Jordan?" Anderson was speechless. "Haha... Do you want me to call you the president?" Seeing that Anderson's face became tenser and tenser, Clarissa knew that she had answered w

Clarissa naturally followed them. She was not very interested in this kind of activity. But as the manager of the department director, she couldn't let them down. Therefore, after drinking a few glasses of wine, she asked them to enjoy themselves and then went out to take the fresh air. The karaoke bar was chosen by a colleague of the department, and its decoration and layout were very stylish. Out of the box, there was a curved corridor. Outside the corridor was gardens and lawns, and the gardens were dotted with several buildings, looking like a private holiday village. Standing on the corridor, Clarissa stretched her body. The wind in the winter night was always cold. Although she wore a thick down-filled coat, the cold wind poured into her clothes from her neck. Clarissa stood there for a while, feeling that she was almost sober and was about to turn around and go back. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, she saw a familiar fi

Ten minutes later, she came out. Anderson had hung up the phone, and he was sitting at the table and waiting for her. Clarissa took a deep breath, composed her emotions, and walked to him. "You've been there for so long. Are you okay?" Clarissa shook her head, "I'm fine." The fireworks had not yet started, and a cellist was playing a melodious and delightful melody in the restaurant. There were beautiful candlelight all around, looking so romantic in such a night. Anderson looked at her and smiled, "Mrs. Jordan, would you like to dance with me?" Clarissa was stunned. Anderson had stood up, walked to her, and then bent over. She looked at his palm in front of her, feeling a little helpless. "Anderson, I didn't wear a dress." "I didn't wear a suit, either." Regardless of her words, he held her hand and pulled her up from the seat. The tune was slow. They danced together in the open space in front of the r