You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow
Chapter 216

What a good girl.

Matthew felt instantly at ease upon seeing how adorable Clarissa was.

A corner of his mouth quirked up, and he carried her to the bedroom upstairs.

After putting her on the bed and placing a thin blanket over her body, he sat by the bed and looked at her big sparkly eyes.

Clarissa reached out her hand and grabbed his wrist. "Why are you home? Don't you need to be at the hospital? How's she?”

She might have made it clear that she would not care about the Tysons anymore during the day, but she still seemed to be worried about Margaret.

Matthew chuckled in silence and touched her cheeks. He then leaned forward and gave her forehead a kiss.

"Don't worry, she's fine. She was just a little mad at us."

Okay...

Clarissa felt bad but did not know what to say after that.

Matthew looked at her awkward face and poke her knitted brows with his index finger. "Don't worry about it. She has a bad temper, and it isn't her first time throwing a fit like this at me. She'll be fine."

"But..."

"That's how she's like. We can't do much about it," Matthew said, "She has been a domineering figure for ages since Dad doesn't care much about things that happened in the family. That's why she could not take it when someone challenges her authority."

He continued, "And I want you to know that no one can stop me from marrying you."

Clare was relieved to hear that. She locked her fingers with his and smiled. "It's too late for you to push me away, anyway."

Matthew responded with a grin. "I know, and I don't even have the guts to do that too."

Clarissa's lips curled into a smile upon hearing that.

The next morning, Clarissa tried to get an update about Margaret's health.

Yet, Ellie convinced her Margaret was fine. "Don't worry, she's fine. She's just being dramatic. I mean, yes, she's unwell, but nothing critical. It has nothing to do with you, okay?"

Ellie continued, "Just enjoy your time with Uncle Matt. They might need some time to accept you, but trust me, you'll see the light at the end of the tunnel soon."

Clarissa knew Ellie only said that to console her. "I know you're trying to make me feel better. I'm actually all right. Anyway, I'm glad to hear that Old Mrs. Tyson is getting better now.

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Clarissa also believed that the family would eventually accept her, but she also knew it would not be easy.

"Don't think about it now. Oh yes, there's something else I want to tell you," Ellie added, "Sienna came earlier but only stayed a short while. I heard Shermaine was the mastermind who orchestrated the attack on her, and she has probably gone into hiding. I bet she must have given up on Uncle Matt too after replaceing out about the wedding."

Clarissa did not ask much about Sienna. After ending the call, she let out a sigh, leaned on the couch, and stared at the ceiling.

Old Mrs. Tyson was admitted to the hospital because of us.

I don't know what the future holds, but I know it's not going to be smooth sailing for Matthew and I.

No one could live without their family. There might be exceptional cases, but they do not make up the majority.

And someone like Matthew would never cut ties with the Tysons. He would have a difficult time dealing with Margaret for sure. Clarissa felt bad for him, but there was nothing she could do.

Up until now, she still could not understand why Margaret looked down on her so much. She was diligent, decent-looking, and had never been in any scandalous relationship. Why does she despise me so much?

Clarissa hated being treated like a second-class citizen. Why can't I be with Matthew? And why does she always favor those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth? How can I not be mad at her for the way she humiliated me?

Yet somehow, she tried to convince herself that different people had different mindsets, and she could not expect everyone to put themselves in her shoes.

That was the only thing she could come up with to console herself.

A few days later, Ellie told Clarissa that Margaret was discharged from the hospital, but the latter was so mad that she barred Matthew from returning to the Tyson residence.

The tension between the mother and the son lasted for a long time.

But every time Matthew returned home, he always acted cool as if nothing had happened. Clarissa was constantly worried about him.

Finally, Matthew came home with cigarette smell on his body one fine day.

After the shower, Clarissa dragged him to the couch and helped him dry his hair with a towel.

Matthew looked at her affectionately. Once she was done with his hair, he pulled her over and made her sit on his lap. He then lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. "Someone seems to be in a good mood today," Matthew teased.

Clarissa wrinkled her nose. "Excuse me. I've always been nice to you, okay."

"Yes, but today you've been exceptionally sweet."

Clarissa pursed her lips and did not respond to his praise.

Matthew looked at her and wondered why she put on that adorable but suspicious expression on her face.

He grinned, pinched her rosy lips for a bit, and gave her another kiss. All of a sudden, Clarissa pushed him away.

She looked at him with a pair of doe eyes and said, "We need to talk!"

Matthew continued to caress her face and did not really pay attention to what she said. "Okay..."

"Stop it."

"Okay. Let's talk." Matthew said while resting his large palm on her chest.

Clarissa's mouth twitched. She gave in and let him do what he wanted. "I know things have been difficult between you and your Mom, but you can always talk to me. "If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here for you."

Matthew instantly stopped what he was doing. He lifted his head and realized how worried she was.

His cheeky smile disappeared, and he let out a deep sigh. He then rested on her shoulder and kept mum for a moment.

Clarissa gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder. "It's all my fault, Uncle Matthew."

"No, it's not." Matthew did not want her to reproach herself. He gazed into her eyes and tried to convince her that she was not at fault.

"Clare," Matthew sighed with a deep voice and rubbed his lips against her. "You did nothing wrong, so don't blame yourself. Yes, I'm don't feel well, but that's because..."

Matthew suddenly stopped.

Clarissa panicked. She looked at him and cupped his face. "What is it? Tell me. I can lend you my ears."

All of a sudden, Matthew grabbed her dainty hands and placed them on his chest.

"I feel unwell, but it's not because of what you're thinking..."

"And it's because of?" Clarissa got so confused that she did not notice he had gradually slid her hand down from his chest to his abdomen.

He inched closer and whispered in her ear, "I feel so unwell right now, and I need you to set me free right now. You get me?"

What he said had rendered Clarissa speechless.

By the time she understood what he wanted, he had already placed her hand on his nether regions.

Clarissa blinked repeatedly and looked at him. She could not believe he could still pull a serious face and look as dashing as ever.

But that's not the point!

He's such a good actor. What a trickster!

Before she could pull her hand away, Matthew tightened his grip on her wrist. A line formed between his brows, and he asked her in a serious voice, "Are you not willing to set me free?" "How can you be so shameless?"

Matthew said without giving too much thought to the reply, "I guess I can."

Clarissa was at a loss for words.

Though his hands were presumptuously exploring Clarissa's chest area, Matthew still put on a stern face as if he was working on something important.

He then carried her in his arms and put her on the bed like a baker placing the dough he kneaded earlier on a pan.

After a round of physical intimacy, Clarissa turned away from him.

Matthew went up, embraced her from the back, and whispered in a deep voice, "Thanks to you, I feel so much better now."

Clarissa responded with a cold snort.

"Oh no, I think I'm not feeling well again. Can you please..."

"Get lost!"

"Okay, I'll give you a moment, and then I'll bring you to the bathroom. I think you'll make me feel better once we're there," Matthew teased her.

"Matthew Tyson!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, Darling? My life and my happiness are in your hands now, and only you can rescue me. You're my anecdote!" Matthew continued, "I might die if you refuse to make me feel better. You're not that cruel, aren't you?"

"I am!"

"Oh. I guess I should still be thankful if I get to die in your arms then."

Clarissa shot daggers at him and did not know what else to say anymore.

She sat up and turned her back on Matthew, who was still lying on the bed. The expression on the man's face still remained as serious as ever even after he had spewed out those shameless words. Clarissa gritted her teeth.

"Come on, Clare. Give it to me."

He would be more than willing to die in her hands.

Clarissa turned around and strangled him. "I'm going to so kill you!"

Matthew burst out laughing. He grabbed the naked woman by her waist, placed her on his body, and continued with another round of animalistic acts.