You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow
Chapter 192

"I love you."

Those three words were actually not that important to Matthew, but that was before Clarissa appeared in his life.

Now when she spoke them out absent-mindedly to him, his heart skipped a beat and a chill ran down his spine, leaving him completely stunned on the spot. However, Clarissa did not notice the change in him as she tilted her head and beamed at him, sending another wave of exhilaration through Matthew's body.

He suddenly tightened his embrace, hurting her slightly.

"What's the matter?" she asked, baffled by his sudden change in behavior.

Although the smile plastered across his face remained unchanged, the look in his eyes had turned blazing.

His intense gaze made her feel uneasy. "Are you okay?"

"Clare." Matthew suddenly whispered her name and moved closer, rubbing his lips against hers. His deep voice filled the air between their lips as he continued, "Why do I love you so much? My darling Clare."

Hearing his sweet words, she went weak at the knees instantly. Blood rushed to her brain and her body temperature rose rapidly. She felt that her head was buzzing. As she stood frozen in his arms, he continued kissing her lovingly.

For Clarissa, the kiss felt like a lifetime. She had no idea how long they had kissed. Maybe it was only a few minutes.

The kiss went on until her stomach started grumbling.

Matthew reluctantly let go of her lips and went on to peck her lips and cheek. After a while, he chuckled. "Okay. Let's eat."

Clarissa hurriedly jumped down from his lap and went to set the table for lunch. Her face burned throughout the meal and she could not bring herself to look him in the eyes. Lowering her head, she ate silently, but she could feel his burning gaze on her.

She could no longer stand his stare, so she shyly lifted her head up and glared at him. "Are you still looking at me?"

Smiling shamelessly, he said, "Clare, you are my woman. Can I not look at my woman?"

"No, you can't. Just focus on your meal."

"Yes, I am. It is a feast for my eyes."

"You..." Clarissa didn't even want to know what feast he was having.

So, she quickly finished her food, leaving him no chance to tease her.

On the other hand, Matthew had a lunch that was more satisfying and delicious than ever. The dinner I've planned for tonight will be more interesting than lunch.

As he was planning their dinner in his head, Clarissa cleaned their lunch boxes, moved a chair to the window, and lounge on it. Basking in the warmth of the sun, she almost fell asleep. Suddenly, she was lifted up and carried into his break room.

He lay down on the bed with her and wrapped his arm around her waist possessively.

Chuckling contentedly on his chest, she asked, "Don't you need to work? Are you slacking off now?"

He stroked her soft hair and spoke in a lazy manner. "Clare is here. So, work can be put aside."

"Nope. I'm not a femme fatale. You should go to work now. I don't want to be blamed."

"Okay. I'll leave now!" He was about to get up, but a hand grabbed his arm.

Turning around to look at her, he saw that she had closed her eyes, not looking at him. But her hands were still holding him.

Feeling amused by her action, he asked, "What are you doing, Clare?"

Her eyes remained closed as she remained silent.

He eventually lay down again and brought her into his embrace. Locking her in his arms, he lowered his head and kissed her, starting from her forehead to her nose and finally to her lips. As they smooched amorously, he removed her clothes and slid his hands slowly down her body.

Letting out a moan, she stretched out her arm to pull the blanket on the bed and covered both of them.

Erotic sounds then came out from the blanket as they moved rhythmically under the blanket.

Later on, Matthew came out of the break room. He seemed freshly showered and his clothes was changed.

When Donnie came into his office, he noticed the small changes in Matthew. As a qualified assistant, I must be able to hear no evil, see no evil, and speak no evil. I know nothing.

Donnie was happy regardless. It turns out that Mr. Tyson is also an ordinary man who would fool around in the company. No, I can't use that disrespectful term on Mr. Tyson. Anyway, it's now proven that he's not an abstinent person but a normal man. So, I can finally stop those employees who gossip about me being Mr. Tyson's personal favorite because I have a thing going with him. Only God knows I'm a straight man. Thank goodness that Ms. Quigley walked into the company so openly today. Now I can finally prove my innocence and replace a girlfriend now. "Matthew Tyson? Is it really Matthew Tyson? Did you say it wrong? Or did I hear it wrong? It's that Matthew Tyson from that Tyson family, isn't it?" Finally, Hilary came around. After hanging up the phone, she stayed stunned for a long while. Clarissa's boyfriend is Matthew Tyson?

She did not doubt the news she had just gotten. In fact, she felt ecstatic followed after she cleared her mind. Huh, I knew it! It's no doubt my daughter will marry into an affluent family. Otherwise, it'd be a pity to have such a pretty face and marry an ordinary man.

She could not wait a second longer to call Clarissa. But no one picked up the call.

However, this did not dampen her high spirit as she started imagining her life after being the mother-in-law of Matthew. If Clarissa marries Matthew and becomes the wife of the president of Tyson Corporation, I'd no longer be someone insignificant in the Garrett family. Jonathan, being Clarissa's brother, can definitely take over the Garretts and make his company flourish with the backing of Tyson Corporation. Just the mere thought of that led her to envision the glorious life she would have on the day Clarissa became Mrs. Tyson.

“Hahaha.....” Hilary was so happy that she could not control herself.

Thus, when Yvonne came home, the first thing she saw was her stepmother laughing hysterically.

She had had a bad day. Recently, Luke gave her the cold shoulder, and Mason was too busy to spend time with her. She was irked by Hilary's laughter and decided to take it out on her.

So, when she saw her overjoyed stepmother, Yvonne's face scrunched up in frustration. She could not help but lose her temper at Hilary. "Why are you laughing? You know that I'm upset, so you purposely laugh in front of me. Am I right? Hilary, don't you ever think that you can take over this family once I'm married. You think I'd let that happen? No way! As long as you're in this house, I'm going to come back every day to irritate you and make the rest of your life unhappy."

I know I'm falling back into my bad habit. But no one can see me at home anyway. So, I can bully and scold Hilary however I want. No one else should be happy when I'm pissed off. Normally, Hilary would have swallowed her anger.

But, today, she would not tolerate Yvonne's behavior. "Yvonne, I'm your father's wife. Even if you don't respect me as your elder, you can't talk to me like that either. You are an ill-mannered child. Even though I'm your father's second wife, I'm still his legal wife. Thus, I'm a part of this family, too."

"Well, Hilary, you've finally shown your true colors. I know you've coveted the Garretts' wealth for a long time. Why blow your cover today? Let me tell you something. You and your son will not get a penny from us. The family property is all mine. Do you think you can take over our property? In your dreams!"

Gritting her teeth, Hilary snapped back, "None of us own the family property. Your father is the one who owns it. He has the final say in this matter, not you."

"Says who? Dad was penniless back then. It was my mother and grandmother who gave him the money, so he owes his success to them. Therefore, everything he has will be mine, and you don't have a share at all."

Hilary's eyes gleamed as she snickered silently. "Yvonne, although your mother offered dowry back then, your father was the one who poured his blood, sweat, and tears into his career. I do acknowledge your mother's contribution. But how could you deny your father's hard work? If we don't have your father as the breadwinner, we won't have what we have today. I advise you not to look down on him. You and your father are one family."

"Bah! Nonsense! Everything in this house will be mine in the future, including all of my father's property. There's no need to say anything more." Yvonne paused and laughed mockingly. "I wonder why you're so bold today. Is it because of your daughter? Get out of here right now. I have the final say in this house. Get lost now!"

However, Hilary kept silent and stared at her.

"You have the final say?" Zach's voice suddenly came from Yvonne's back.

Yvonne's heart sank upon hearing his voice. She turned around and saw Zach standing behind her with a gloomy expression on his face.

The menacing look in his eyes sent her heart pounding and rendered her speechless.

A moment later, she vented her anger at Hilary. "It's all because of you. You deliberately misled me in saying those words just now. Dad, it's this woman. I didn't mean what I said at all. She set me up. It was her..."

"That's enough!" Zach shouted angrily at Yvonne. "If you don't want to stay in this house, you can get lost!"

"Dad, I was tricked. This is my home and I'm your only daughter. How can I leave? It's all because of this woman. Ever since she came, you have treated me badly. Is it because she bad-mouths me behind my back?"

"She did not say anything."

"Dad, you..." Yvonne wanted to say more, but Hilary cut her off.

"Yvonne, your father is exhausted after work. Let's talk about it later," Hilary said gently, putting on her caring facade. Yvonne shot daggers at her and wanted to continue the conversation, but Zach had gone upstairs with her stepmother.

A vicious intent surged from her eyes. Since I can't do anything to Hilary, I guess I can do something to her daughter instead.