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.”

was clumsy, and the end

was her official trial. It

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

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

around the woman’s waist, allowing their bodies to get closer. Clarissa smiled skittishly as she placed her hands on his

“What’s this?”

smirked. “Are

his neck meant

hand

“Of course. That’s because…”

she

pregnant pause before she giggled. Then, standing on tiptoe, she wrapped her

you’re tied

Clarissa gazed into Matthew’s dark eyes—one twinkling

heavily on the lips. As they were entangled

some sounds coming from the kitchen. It was only then that she

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

given that Matthew had to

had told her. What he failed to mention was that his mother would

other words, he would have to stay at the Tyson residence for some time before coming

was the reason why Clarissa

her a peck on the lips

off, Clarissa got herself

would head out with Mrs. Lawson to personally purchase fresh ingredients she needed, including baking supplies. This was her first time baking a cake,

had lots to do

cream and, confident that the third time would be the charm,

Ellie drove back to the Tyson residence, where she was welcomed by a lively

all this? It’s Uncle Matt’s birthday, not some anniversary! You’re

looked like they had

laughed it off. “Ellie, this is nothing. It’s just a

face turned stone-cold

a pretty good idea what sort of ‘friends’ her grandmother had invited to Uncle

but she suppressed her fury. She looked over

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

could you talk to your grandmother like

overheard

lady, you’ve been acting

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

son could get married one day. But her son would not

upon receiving her mother’s sharp, warning

Uncle Matt’s own good, but that was solely

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