You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 179

The dramatic shift in Matthew’s mood immediately occurred to Clarissa that she had misspoken.

She was quietly frustrated that her attempt to appease him had yielded the opposite effect.

Me and my big mouth!

But before Matthew could blow his top, Clarissa promptly pouted her lips and took the initiative to plant it upon his. That ought to alleviate his anger, at least for the time being.

Matthew was not mad.

Well, perhaps a little dispirited.

Though it may be true that he was older than this young woman by ten years, that was not something he would freely admit to in front of her.

Did her unintended remarks reveal that she unconsciously thought him a little old?

Should he hold back, or should he not?

What should he do if he couldn’t hold back?

Cause right now, that thing was not happening.

Matthew rubbed his large mitts over her body before he finally patted her rear in ruefulness. He then turned his back to the woman and paid no more attention to her.

Clarissa blushed as she pretended to not have noticed the bulge between his legs. She quietly adjusted her own body to create some separation, and also made sure to clarify her previous comments.

“I was really just concerned for your health, Matthew.”

She thought it best to say no more than was necessary to convey her sentiments in order to avoid further complications.

Matthew held his silence and kept his thoughts to himself. Clarissa’s heart thumped against her chest when she prodded at the man’s shoulder with her petite finger. Once. Twice. Thrice.

“Are you upset, Matt?”

He did not respond.

Matthew then decided that there was no point in holding back.

The man suddenly grabbed ahold of her fingers and guided them onto his throbbing hardness.

“No, no, no. I don’t want to. Argh.”

Matthew hushed the overreacting woman with a hand over her mouth. It was just a matter of getting reacquainted. They could totally go this route whenever the primary option was not convenient for her from here on out.

It may not be as gratifying as the real thing, but beggars cannot be choosers. He figured that they could always use some variety to spice things up a little from time to time.

After a while, Clarrisa’s hands are sore and she gritted her teeth while her face was buried in the pillow.

Next to her, Matthew leaned in closer, smiling. His body is still in heat after that pulsating sequence. “What are you doing?”

Boo…hoo…

“Huh?”

Clarissa started to bawl her eyes out.

“Come on. It’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

He waited to see how she might respond.

Clarissa sat up suddenly and glared at Matthew. “Go away!”

Matthew smiled slightly. He pulled her back in and refused to relinquish his grasp. Once she had stopped squirming, he proceeded to kiss and comfort her.

“I misspoke, alright? Consider us even?” Clarissa snorted before she gave Matthew peck on his lips in return.

“That’s why there’s nothing at all to worry about, Clare. I foresee that I can continue to make you a happy camper even when I turn eighty…”

Clarissa’s eyes widened.

She rolled her eye at that. “Tsk. Really. You’d still be thinking about that kind of stuff at that age, you horny geezer!”

Matthew replied with a laugh, “Horny, yes, but only for you!”

“To heck with it. I don’t want that.”

She tried to keep him at bay with her hands while he would cozy up to her. The two ended up engaged in a playful tussle in bed.

Clarissa wondered if the man deliberately behaved in an infantile manner just to show that he was not old.

Tike Tyson!

Elsewhere.

After the last time, Shermaine no longer held Sienna in esteem.

That did not stop her from being worried though, as Sienna’s superior family background and academic achievements made her a formidable rival.

Over the two-day break, all she could think about was how to resolve this issue.

Before she left, Shermaine intentionally engineered a chance encounter with Sienna and asked to chat over coffee.

Sienna did not decline. Shermaine’s invitation left her in no doubt of her intelligence.