You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 183

Matthew leaned in and planted a long kiss on Clarissa’s lips. “Deal,” he breathed out, his lips still hovering over hers. “We shall decide immediately after Valentine’s Day.”

Clarissa agreed as she dared not push her luck further.

“Okay. Immediately after Valentine’s Day.”

For now at least, she could go through the next few months without stressing on this subject.

She would leave the stressing out for after Valentine’s Day.

Matthew was quite satisfied with this response. In all truths, he had not expected her to give him her answer right there and then, but now he knew he would receive an answer after Valentine’s Day. At the very least, Clare is no longer objecting the idea of marriage and would be considering it.

She had intended to break up with him earlier, but it seemed like she was slowly starting to envision their future together.

This was something Matthew was working hard for—the vision of them in the future together.

Clarissa, however, thought she had temporarily dodged a bullet.

After dinner, Clarissa went to the bedroom mysteriously, as if hiding something. She waited till Matthew came out of the shower before shoving something in his face. To his utmost dismay, in her hands was an exact copy of the hooded fluffy bear onesie, except this time it’s larger in size.

Matthew’s eyes twitched upon seeing the outfit, catching sight of the anticipation on Clarissa’s face. She walked in front of him, hugging the onesie, eyes twinkling like a pet begging for treats.

“Uncle Matthew…” cooed Clarissa coquettishly.

A chill crept up his spine.

Clarissa grinned from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat, eyes glinting mischievously. “Ta da, here’s your prize for guessing correctly—I mean, overhearing the conversation!” she teased. “Matching pajamas! Here, this one’s yours. Try it on! If you think it does not fit, I promise I won’t force it on you.”

“It doesn’t fit!”

Matthew objected without hesitation and walked right past Clarissa out of the bedroom. Persistent, Clarissa trailed behind him like a puppy tailing its owner, the pajama still in her hands.

She took a seat beside him, nudging him with the outfit. “Uncle Matthew, check it out. The seams are neat, the fabric is very comfortable too. Ellie tailor-made these specially for us, nothing like those cheap products in most stores. It’s one of a kind and the quality is top-notch. It is definitely not gonna ruin your reputation as President of Tyson Corporation. Moreover, you haven’t even tried it on, how do you know it doesn’t fit?” Clarissa pursued with her eyes wide and lips pouty.

Frustrated, Matthew tugged his hair away from his face, glaring at her. “I don’t need to try it on to know it doesn’t fit me. This is not my style.”

“Ugh, you only have one clothing style. What’s the harm in trying a new look once in a while?” retorted Clarissa playfully.

“No.”

“Please,” Clarissa continued to pester Matthew. “just this once Uncle Matthew… Mr. Tyson… I shall personally be at your service…”

Her coquettish voice was driving him insane!

Frowning, Matthew yanked Clarissa towards himself in retaliation, causing her to lose balance and fell into his arms. Clear laughter filled the room as Clarissa continued to urge Matthew relentlessly.

“Come on, just this once.”

All of a sudden, the corners of Matthew’s lips turned from a scowl into a smirk. “You know, I had originally intended to let you rest today, but since you’ve proposed such a generous offer… how could I refuse? Alright, just this once…”

Before the sentence ended, Matthew grabbed her cheeks in one hand and leaned in for a heavy, passionate kiss. His other hand wandered and caressed her entire body, attempting to strip off the outfit. After a moment of frustration, he finally discovered the zipper in front of her chest that went all the way down.

Clarissa squirmed in his arms, her face turning red. “When I said ‘at your service’, I meant helping you change into the outfit,” she protested.

“No need for that,” smirked Matthew. “I’m satisfied just by seeing you wearing it. Besides, looks like this outfit isn’t so bad after all…” he hummed.

Truth to be told, he did not think much of the outfit. At first glance, all he saw was Clarissa covered from head to toe with no skin on show.

After discovering the design of the zipper, however, he changed his mind on the outfit.

Matthew could finally accept the outfit, albeit begrudgingly. At least taking it off would be a breeze.

In the end, Clarissa still failed to get Matthew into the matching outfit as she’d hoped.

She had been looking forward to seeing an adorable Matthew. Now, however, not only did she not succeed her “mission”, she was even being pinned down by Matthew.

For the next few days, Clarissa continued to put on the bear onesie, in hope that Matthew would finally be swayed by the cuteness and put on the matching onesie with her. As a result, day after day, Matthew undressed her with just one pull of the zipper. In the end, Clarissa put away the outfit in frustration, never to wear it again.

Matthew looked rather disappointed to see Clarissa wearing her normal pajamas. “Not wearing the silly bear onesie anymore, Clare?” he teased.

“Well, guess I put on the ‘silly’ in silly bear,” snapped Clarissa, irritated.

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she huffed in annoyance, “It’s gone. I have thrown it away. I’m never wearing that ever again.”

I’m really gonna be a dumb bear if I continue to.

Seeing the disappointment written on Matthew’s face, Clarissa’s lips twitched in response.

How many of her plans backfired on her? Even Clarissa herself had lost count.

Every single time she tried to get him to do something for her, Matthew would be able to turn the situation around somehow, one way or another. And yet, she still tried time after time. How stupid can I be?

Gotta be more than cautious next time, I can’t afford to lose more than what I’d expected again! Clarissa pursed her lips together, scolding herself internally for her stupid idea.

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, winter had arrived.

During this period, Clarissa only stayed in Zen Highlands. She was busy with writing new works and meeting deadlines without moving an inch of her body, aside from her fingers. Matthew even had to drag her out for walks after meals.

Every winter, she would live her life as though she was in hibernation.

Thus, leaving the house during winter is an absolute torture for Clarissa.