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.”

clumsy, and the end product did not look very nice, but Clarissa

this was her official trial. It

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

were written all over his face. He looked so cute that she wanted

wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist, allowing their bodies to get closer. Clarissa smiled skittishly

“What’s this?”

“Are

She felt that the tie around his neck meant that he was currently

nodded, her hand stroking

“Of course. That’s because…”

what, she did

she giggled. Then, standing on tiptoe, she

tied down by

Matthew’s dark eyes—one twinkling

kissed the woman heavily on the lips. As they were entangled in each other, Matthew wondered

from the kitchen. It was only then that she realized

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

that Matthew had to

he failed to mention was that his mother would be in

at the Tyson

why Clarissa said what

her a peck on the lips again before leaving the

off, Clarissa

including baking supplies. This was her first time

lots to do that

cake looked good enough. She tried her newly beaten cream and,

same time, Ellie drove back to the Tyson residence, where she was welcomed by a lively setup. She gaped in confusion at

not some anniversary! You’re literally putting on a show by

housemaids looked like they had their

laughed it off. “Ellie, this is nothing. It’s just a birthday party. I’ve

face turned stone-cold

what sort of ‘friends’ her grandmother had invited to Uncle

suppressed her fury. She looked over to her mother who was

If Uncle Matt’s willing to go 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 thanks to you and Mom. I

How could you

who overheard her daughter,

been

just planning a birthday party for your Uncle Matt, what’s so wrong

have been wronged by her kin. She was doing the best she could so that her son could get married one

her brows upon receiving her mother’s sharp,

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

family’s obsession with privileges and ‘good matches’ was the reason why the romance between Uncle Matt and Clare