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 this was

head and stood in front of Matthew, admiring

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

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

“What’s this?”

“Are

his neck meant that he

her hand stroking

“Of course. That’s because…”

what, she did not

on tiptoe, she wrapped her arms around his

tied down by

Clarissa gazed into Matthew’s dark eyes—one twinkling with glee, the

kissed the woman heavily on the lips. As they were entangled in each other, Matthew wondered what it would be like to

It was only then that she realized Mrs. Lawson was

sit down for breakfast. I’ll have dinner ready In the evening, so you better leave

Matthew had to celebrate his

he failed to mention was that his

he would have to stay at the

the reason why Clarissa said what

her a peck on the

seeing him off,

needed, including baking supplies. This was her first time baking a cake, so she would have to experiment first

to do that

and, confident that the third time would be

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

Uncle Matt’s birthday, not some anniversary! You’re literally putting on a show by making it

housemaids looked like they had their work cut out

nothing. It’s just a birthday

turned stone-cold

good idea what sort of ‘friends’ her grandmother

looked over to her mother who was helping out elsewhere. She hated

not going to like this, and when he finds out, that little bit of patience

what are you saying? How could you talk

overheard

lady, you’ve been acting so strange

what’s so wrong with that? Who do you think I’m doing this

best she could so that her son could get married one day. But her son would not listen, and now her granddaughter

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

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

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