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.”

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

times and this was her official trial.

and stood in front of Matthew, admiring her handiwork

and smugness were written all over his face. He

his arms around the woman’s waist, allowing their bodies to

“What’s this?”

“Are you that

felt that the tie around his neck

nodded, her hand stroking Matthew’s

“Of course. That’s because…”

of what, she

on tiptoe, she wrapped

because… you’re tied down by me

into Matthew’s dark eyes—one

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

Clarissa registered some sounds coming from the kitchen. It was only then that she realized Mrs. Lawson was making breakfast

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

Matthew had to celebrate his birthday with

What he failed to mention was that his mother

words, he would have to stay at the Tyson

why Clarissa said what she

her a peck on the lips again before leaving

off, Clarissa got

Mrs. Lawson to personally purchase fresh ingredients she needed, including baking supplies. This was her first time baking a cake, so she would have to experiment first in

had lots to do

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

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

this? It’s Uncle Matt’s birthday, not some anniversary! You’re literally putting on a

they had their work

is nothing. It’s just a

stone-cold

sort of

with that, but she suppressed her fury. She looked over to her mother who was helping

done this. 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

How could you talk to your

who overheard her

been

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

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

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

for Uncle Matt’s own good, but that was

family’s obsession with privileges and ‘good matches’ was the reason why