You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 159

Clarissa started preparing the food for Matthew’s birthday party a few days in advance.

She did not know how many people would come, or whether Matthew would invite his best buddies. Either way, eight dishes should do it. She had even gotten some wine ready. It was more than enough even if it was just the two of them.

Of course, if it really was just the two of them, she could prepare the candles early on. She had never done a candlelight dinner before, but she was sure it would go really well with her cooking.

Matthew’s birthday was on Friday. He still had to go to work that day.

Usually, Clarissa would sleep in until nine or ten in the morning, but on that day, she had quietly set an alarm. While Matthew was off on his morning run, she got out of bed and went to make pasta.

Every year for Clarissa’s birthday, her grandmother would make her tagliatelle in the morning.

It had become a habit, and Clarissa figured that this was how it should be for birthdays.

When Matthew came back from his run, Clarissa, donned in an apron, was already waiting for him at the kitchen door, a broad grin plastered on her face.

“Happy birthday, dear Uncle Matthew.”

Matthew’s lips curved upwards into a smirk. He moved closer to her, pinched her on the chin, and gently pecked her on the lips.

“Yes. Very happy, indeed.”

With a pretty lady like you by my side every day, how can I not be happy?

Clarissa giggled, hands on Matthew’s chest, coyly rejecting his invitation to a deep kiss. “No, we’re not having that,” she said. “Go take a shower, change your clothes, and then come down for pasta.”

“Pasta?”

Clarissa smiled at him. “Yes, I’m making tagliatelle. Should be almost done.”

She slipped into the kitchen, ready to boil the tagliatelle strips which she had made from pasta dough that morning. Clarissa seldom made her own pasta, so she had no idea how it would turn out.

Matthew chuckled softly and headed upstairs to shower.

Sometime later, when he got downstairs, Clarissa came out with a bowl of pasta in her hands. She seemed quite excited. She walked over to him, held his hand, led him to his seat, and then handed him a fork.

“Go on. Take a big bite.”

Using the fork, he spun the tagliatelle until it resembled a giant ball before popping it into his mouth. Under his lover’s gaze, he chewed with all his might and eventually swallowed everything.

Fortunately, the amount of pasta he had gathered in one mouthful was not too big. Otherwise, he would have made a pig of himself.

“Haha… That’s wonderful, Uncle Matthew. Happy birthday! This is my gift to you.”

Clarissa wished him a happy birthday again. At the same time, from behind her, she revealed the tie which she got for him as a present.

Matthew arched his brows while Clarissa beamed at him. “Shall I put it on for you?” she offered.

“Sure.”

She undid the tie Matthew was wearing and replaced it with the present. Her technique was clumsy, and the end product did not look very nice, but Clarissa was an expert at self-consolation.

She had practiced many times and this was her official trial. It was quite impressive already.

Clarissa lifted her head and stood in front of Matthew, admiring her handiwork with great satisfaction as it complemented Matthew perfectly.

She could not help but smile sweetly as she looked at her lover. Pride and smugness were written all over his face. He looked so cute that she wanted so much to launch herself into his arms and indulge in intimacy.

And that was exactly what Matthew did. He wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist, allowing their bodies to get closer. Clarissa smiled skittishly as she placed her hands on his chest, her body pressing onto his.

“What’s this?”

Matthew smirked. “Are you that happy?”

Clarissa was indeed happy. She felt that the tie around his neck meant that he was currently tied down by her.

She nodded, her hand stroking Matthew’s tie.

“Of course. That’s because…”

Because of what, she did not say immediately.

There was a long, pregnant pause before she giggled. Then, standing on tiptoe, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered suggestively in his ear.

“That’s because… you’re tied down by me now.”

After that, Clarissa gazed into Matthew’s dark eyes—one twinkling with glee, the other filled with tenderness.

Matthew finally acted on it. Lowering his head, he kissed the woman heavily on the lips. As they were entangled in each other, Matthew wondered what it would be like to devour her whole.

Much later, Clarissa registered some sounds coming from the kitchen. It was only then that she realized Mrs. Lawson was making breakfast there.

Blushing with embarrassment, Clarissa gently shoved Matthew away, whispering shyly, “Mrs. Lawson’s still here. You should sit down for breakfast. I’ll have dinner ready In the evening, so you better leave some room for that and not eat too much at your family home, alright?”

It was a given that Matthew had to celebrate his birthday with his family.

She was aware of that. Matthew had told her. What he failed to mention was that his mother would be in charge of his birthday party.

In other words, he would have to stay at the Tyson residence for some time before coming back to her.

And that was the reason why Clarissa said what she said.

Matthew gave her a peck on the lips again before leaving the house.