You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 317

Matthew pinned Clarissa against the mirror inside their walk-in closet.

“Me? An old man?” he questioned.

Clarissa chuckled nervously. He had pinned her arms onto the mirror and held her captive. Despite this, Clarissa mentally fawned over how cool he looked as he pinned her down.

She enjoyed being pinned to the wall so much that she didn’t care about the “old man” topic that Matthew raised. Instead, her cheeks reddened as if two brilliantly red roses had bloomed on them.

“That’s just a joke to loosen Jonathan’s nerves. Come on, don’t get upset. Also, what’s up with you today? Let me go…” Clarissa murmured.

However, she secretly wanted him to continue pinning her down. Her erratically beating heart screamed in her chest. Please don’t let go!

It was like she had utterly fallen under Matthew’s charms.

Matthew was going to let Clarissa go. However, he suddenly noticed that Clarissa’s lovestruck eyes were ogling him. She also blushed furiously as if she were some bashful schoolgirl.

This amused Matthew, who leaned in closer to her.

Her reaction was just as he had expected; her face burned redder than a tomato as her eyes gleamed eagerly at him.

Matthew’s lips curled slightly. At that moment, their noses were only inches away from each other. A mischievous desire was laced in his low, taunting hum.

Then Matthew suddenly pinched Clarissa’s waist. Wanting to tease her more, his hands roamed down to her hips and gave them a hard pinch as well.

At this, Clarissa mewled in shock.

Matthew’s wicked grin curved deeper. Meanwhile, Clarissa’s blushed harder as Matthew seemed to have read her mind.

“What are you doing?” Clarissa pouted and batted her eyelashes at him.

Matthew tensed at this. He inched closer, pressing her tautly between his body and the mirror.

He only replied with one word, “You.”

Clarissa stilled in confusion. Before she could respond, Matthew chuckled in her ear. His warm breath tingled her ear lobes.

He continued, “Didn’t you ask what I was doing?”

It finally registered in Clarissa’s mind. “Matthew Tyson, you old pervert!”

Deep laughter rumbled from Matthew’s chest as he smirked delightedly.

He pulled Clarissa in for a big wet kiss. Smack! Then he grinned at her shy and helpless face.

“You love it. Don’t you, Clare?”

“That’s not true! Get away, you old pervert! Get off me. Let me go…”

Women, Matthew sighed inwardly. They’ll never admit what they truly feel.

They deny that their feelings, saying they don’t like certain things, even though they do. Then they tell you to let go, even though they want you to hold them tighter.

However, Matthew hadn’t pried too much into Clarissa’s true feelings because it would only upset her.

Might as well give the woman what she wants!

“Mommy, Daddy, I’m hungry! Let’s eat now. Mommy…” Damian suddenly called out.

At this, the tomato-faced Clarissa darted out of the closet and stopped her son from entering.

“Come on, Damian. Let’s head downstairs to eat.”

Matthew then casually trailed after them. At that moment, Damian was staring wide-eyed at Matthew before looking back at Clarissa. Clarissa couldn’t help but panic at the boy’s innocent gaze. She was worried that the boy had figured out what happened inside the closet.

“Ah!” the boy suddenly cried out. “Mommy, did you put on lipstick again? Your lips are so red! Why didn’t you ask me to do it for you?”

Clarissa had the habit of putting on lipstick each time she left the house. Ever since Damian noticed this, he became adamant about putting on her lipstick for her.

Hence, the boy was upset that his mother’s lips were currently a bright shade of red.

She secretly put on her lipstick even though she’s not going out! The boy stomped his foot in betrayal. He whined, insisting that Clarissa remove her lipstick so that he could reapply it for her.

To this, Clarissa felt utterly embarrassed.

She soothed, “I’m not wearing any. Here, see for yourself.”

“Really? But your lips are red! You must be lying to me.”

“I’m not. Take a look. You can try and smudge it too…” Clarissa explained as she leaned towards the boy.

Damian raised his little hand and rubbed gently on her lips. After realizing that there wasn’t any pigment, he tilted his head in confusion.

“So why are your lips red, Mommy? Did you snack on something red?”

“No, I…”

Before Clarissa could come up with an explanation, Matthew picked up the little boy in one swift motion.

Then Matthew whispered as if he were sharing some juicy gossip, “Don’t go poking your nose into things, Damian. This secret is between your Mommy and me. It’s about having a little sister, but it won’t come true if we tell you about it.”

“Really? Then I won’t ask anymore,” Damian promised.

The boy covered his mouth immediately whilst casting a sparkly, rounded-eyed look at Matthew, then at Clarissa.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why his mother’s face had turned as red as her lipstick.

Then again, he wasn’t sure if it was okay to ask. Does this have to do with my little sister? Damian gasped excitedly at the thought.