You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow
Chapter 162

Matthew walked into the bedroom but didn't hear Clarissa's voice.

Thinking that she was still in the shower, he sat down in the living room instead. He suddenly felt the urge to smoke as he hadn't had a cigarette in a long time, but after hesitating for a while, he chose not to smoke.

He remained calm as he pondered over what his father had said to him earlier today about marriage.

He was absolutely sure that he wanted to marry Clarissa, but it was clear that she hadn't completely opened her heart to him.

Even if he suggested marriage to her, she wouldn't agree to it.

Moreover, it would cause an argument within the family.

Matthew had never felt that he was old, but ever since he met Clarissa, he hated the fact that he was born ten years before she was.

Those ten years now felt like wasted time to him. If he were born around the same time as she was, he could have spent those ten years courting her, and he wouldn't have to worry about not having enough time with her at his current age.

The thought of this made Matthew let out a long sigh of despair.

Meanwhile, Clarissa, who was lying on bed at that moment, had heard him open the door.

After waiting for a long while, she wondered why he didn't enter the room.

Feeling anxious, she asked in a delicate and trembling voice, "Matthew? Are you there?"

Matthew's thoughts were instantly interrupted by her voice.

He quickly got up and pushed his trifling thoughts to the back of his mind, then walked into the room and said, "What-

His sentence got cut off when he saw Clarissa tightly covered in her blanket.

With a smile on his face, he walked up to her bed and asked, "How come you're in bed this early?"

His dark eyes exuded a loving aura as he stroked her hair gently while touching her cheeks.

However, he soon noticed that the glimmer in Clarissa's eyes; she looked a little different.

The first thought that crossed Matthew's mind was that she wasn't feeling well, so he touched her forehead with the back of his hand and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling alright?" Unexpectedly, Clarissa grabbed his hand, then whispered to him as her face reddened, "I'm alright. Quickly take off your clothes and come into bed with me."

"Huh? Why?" he replied.

"Just hurry up. I have something to tell you," she said.

Matthew didn't get moving immediately but simply stared at Clarissa instead. When she avoided eye contact with him shyly, a burning thought suddenly surfaced in his mind. His dark eyes seared with a passionate flame.

Without saying anything further, he immediately undressed and got into bed facing her back.

His lips brushed across her ears as he whispered in a low-pitched voice, "Clare, what's on your mind?"

Clarissa gritted her teeth, then slowly turned around to face Matthew.

She felt his breath getting heavier by the second, and she could hear their heartbeats accelerating synchronously.

That very moment, only the sound of their heavy breathing and thumping heartbeat could be heard.

She looked passionately at Matthew as he put one hand around her waist and the other on her face. Her eyelashes fluttered as she let out a soft moan.

"Matthew, I agree," she whispered.

"Hmm?" he said in a choked voice.

"Clare, what did you say? I didn't get you clearly," he added.

Biting her lip, Clarissa didn't dare to make eye contact with Matthew.

She looked away as she repeated herself a little louder, "I agree."

Matthew's heart skipped a beat when he heard what she said.

All he could think about right now was putting on his best performance with his leading lady tonight.

Without saying an extra word, he pulled Clarissa close to himself, pressing their bodies together. His desire for her was already burning wildly even though they hadn't started doing anything yet.

Clarissa's heart started pounding so rapidly that she felt as though it almost jumped out of her chest. Her entire body tensed up that very moment.

"There's nothing to be scared of, Clare. I promise I'll be gentle." Matthew stroked her back gently as he kissed her forehead, trying to make her feel relaxed.

Despite the flame of passion in his chest, he managed to control his urge to act. Instead, he hugged her and said softly, "Clare, did you decide on this a while ago? Is this supposed to be my real birthday present?"

"Yes," she murmured.

"Clare, thank you for trusting me so much..." he answered.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Clarissa laid her hands on his chest and instantly felt the heat of his body radiating onto her palms.

"Clare, since you got prepared a long time ago, does that also mean you watched that video to prepare for today?" Matthew asked.

She felt extremely embarrassed by his question and couldn't help but pounded his chest repeatedly.

"Stop it. How could you possibly still remember that?" she said shyly.

"Hahaha... alright, I won't bring it up anymore. That video wouldn't help much anyway. I am your man, and I know what to do," he said smugly.

Right after that, he flipped her over and pinned her down with his body weight, then started kissing her deeply.

After a brief moment, he took a look at the bathrobe she was wearing and quickly pulled it off. Unexpectedly, she was wearing another layer underneath.

While Matthew was caught by surprise, Clarissa continued to avoid eye contact with him.

"Clare..." he moaned.

"Shh, don't say anything." She covered her face with her hands and didn't want to listen to what he had to say.

Though her adorable actions amused him, he agreed to keep quiet.

The thin chiffon dress she was wearing underneath evoked a strong reaction in Matthew. His face turned completely red, almost matching the color of her dress. On the other hand, Clarissa continued to cover her face as she trembled, allowing him to do whatever he wished. Nevertheless, he managed to retain complete self-control of himself.

Slowly, he leaned towards her and kissed every spot of her body gently.

Then, the room gradually became filled with passionate cries and moans as the two made love to each other.

After their act of romance, Clarissa soaked herself in the bathtub while Matthew changed the bedsheets.

He then carried her out from the bathtub like a baby and lay her down on the bed again, kissing her forehead intimately.

Although Clarissa was exhausted, she didn't fall asleep easily.

Matthew ran his hand over her bare back and caressed her lovingly.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

"It hurts," she responded in a whiny voice.

"I promise it won't hurt again the next time," he said.

Clarissa was rendered speechless.

Is this what all men usually say?

She bit her lip and thought about the size of his manhood. Would it really not hurt anymore the next time?

She didn't seem convinced.

But Louisa did say it should feel more pleasurable each time...

Although Clarissa doubted what Louisa had taught her about sex, she could only judge for herself after the next time.

As Matthew leaned in to kiss her again, he felt the sudden urge for a second round. Before they knew it, Clarissa was moaning and crying, unable to resist his lustful desires. Right after that, she fell asleep soundly through the night.

If it weren't for her hunger pangs, she would have continued sleeping for many more hours.

She sat up and gently rubbed her aching body, then put on her clothes and went downstairs. To her surprise, she saw Matthew on the phone in the living room.

As soon as he saw her, he immediately wrapped up his phone call and walked over to hug her. He then sat her down on the sofa with his arms around her shoulders.

His slender fingers swept across her face as he asked, "Are you hungry? Mrs. Lawson is heating up some food for you right now. Are you still feeling pain anywhere? I can ask a doctor to come over if you are still not feeling well."

Angry and embarrassed, Clarissa pounded his chest and glared at him. "Stop talking, will you?"

Matthew was amused by her reaction; it seemed that she still hadn't gotten past her shy phase.

He yielded to her and went along with what she said. "Alright, alright, I'll stop talking. I'll listen to whatever you say."

Clarissa snorted in response but was clearly still very shy. His intimate gestures were similar to those before they had sex, but the deep, passionate look in his eyes was completely different.

This made her feel extremely shy, especially when she thought about how their bodies were entangled with each other the night before.

How embarrassing!

She quickly turned her head and looked away.

"Alright, I'm hungry. Let's eat," she said.

"Okay," he agreed.

Matthew carried Clarissa down to the dining room but did not let her sit on her own chair. Instead, he sat her down on his lap and offered to feed her.

"Come on, have something to eat," he said while holding a mouthful of food before her.

Clarissa scrunched her brows in response, indicating her opposition to his actions.

Nevertheless, Matthew couldn't help but continued smiling. He was simply in a very good mood.

"Can't I feed you, my dear Clare?" he asked cheekily.

"No, I can feed myself," she said bluntly.

"I think it's better if I feed you though," he said.

Getting short on patience, she grabbed his face and gave it a hard pinch.

"Matthew, if you keep this up, there won't be a next time," she said sternly.

He immediately understood what she meant by "next time" and replied innocently, "Darling, don't be like this. You make me feel so helpless."

Since Clarissa snorted and continued glaring at him angrily, he had no choice but to give in to her.

As he put her down on her own chair, he expected her to give him a kiss.