You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

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.”

wearing and replaced it with the present. Her technique was clumsy, and the end product did not look very nice, but Clarissa

and this was

stood in front of Matthew, admiring her handiwork with great satisfaction as it complemented

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

their bodies to get

“What’s this?”

“Are you that

the tie around his neck meant that

hand stroking

“Of course. That’s because…”

of what, she did not

standing on tiptoe, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered

you’re tied down

dark eyes—one twinkling

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

It was only then that she realized Mrs. Lawson

have dinner

Matthew had to celebrate his birthday with

aware of that. Matthew had told her. What he failed to

would have to stay at the Tyson residence for some time before

was the reason why Clarissa said what

her a peck on the

seeing him off, Clarissa got herself

supplies. This was her first time

had lots to do that

good enough. She tried her newly beaten cream and, confident that the third time would be the charm, she started doing it all

about the same time, Ellie drove back to the Tyson residence, where she was welcomed by a

Uncle Matt’s birthday, not some anniversary!

looked like they had

it off. “Ellie, this is nothing. It’s

face turned stone-cold upon hearing

good idea what sort of

was not pleased with that, but she suppressed her fury. She looked over to her mother who was helping out elsewhere. She

ahead with whatever you have planned, pigs will fly! He’s not going to like this, and when he finds out, that little bit of patience and affection he has left will be completely wiped out, no

saying? How could you talk to your grandmother

overheard her

been acting so strange

was cross with her as well. “Ellie, I’m your elder. I’m just planning a birthday party for your Uncle Matt, what’s so wrong with that? Who do you think I’m doing this for? I’m doing it for him, and

so that her son could get married one day. But her

receiving her mother’s sharp, warning glare. She turned

doing all this for Uncle Matt’s own good, but that was

about it from Uncle Matt’s perspective. They had never considered what he wanted. Most importantly, the family’s obsession with