You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow
Chapter 222

Upon returning to Zen Highlands, Matthew went upstairs while Clarissa entered the kitchen after getting changed.

She was in a good mood and felt like making dinner for Matthew.

As the weather was cold, Clarissa decided to whip up a hot meal to warm themselves up.

At the same time, Matthew was standing by the kitchen door with his hands in his pockets while watching her prepare the food.

"Why are you standing there like that?" Clarissa asked with a smile when she saw him through the corner of her eye.

Unbeknownst to her, Matthew found everything she did captivating, including cooking in the kitchen.

Thus, he smiled back at her and said, "So I can admire your beauty, Clare."

Clarissa blushed when she heard that and decided to ignore him as she focused on making dinner.

Matthew, too, simply watched her from a distance, so he wouldn't get in the way.

After quite some time, Clarissa turned around and arched an eyebrow at him as she said, "It's done! Come help me serve it up!"

Wow... She's even ordering me around now? Matthew chuckled at the thought of that, but he refused to move.

Seeing that he remained stagnant, Clarissa frowned. "What are you waiting for? Oh, I can't even ask you for a simple favor now, Mr. Tyson?"

"That's not how you should address me, Clare."

Clarissa blushed when she realized what he meant.

Jeez... Does this guy enjoy being called "Hubby" that much? Damn it... Ugh... I can't bring myself to say it...

"You know what? Forget it. I'll serve it up myself."

As she was about to serve up the food, Matthew stepped forward and stood in the doorway, blocking her only way out with his huge frame.

She looked up at him and frowned in annoyance.

"Hey, what are you doing? You may not be hungry, but I'm famished! Get out of my way! Are you trying to starve me to death so you can inherit my life savings or something?"

Clarissa's life savings meant the world to her, but Matthew didn't understand her humor.

"And just how do you think your life savings will benefit me, Clare?" Matthew asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Alright, I get it... You're so rich that it wouldn't make a difference at all! Now, move it!"

Despite that, Matthew refused to move until he got what he wanted. "Clare... Can't you just address me properly?"

"Matthew Tyson!"

"That's not what I meant."

"Uncle Matthew?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Clare."

Clarissa burned bright red. "It's just a form of address..."

"Exactly, so why can't you just say it?"

"Because I'm not used to it!"

"All the more reason for you to use it often, Clare! You'll get used to it after a while!"

Clarissa quickly brainstormed for an idea and said with a smile, "Don't you think it'd get old really fast if I keep using it? I think such special terms of endearment should be reserved for special occasions! Wouldn't you agree?"

Matthew raised an eyebrow at her as he felt her explanation made sense.

He then broke into a mischievous grin as an idea came into mind.

Feeling suspicious, Clarissa took a step back instinctively and narrowed her eyes in response. "What's with that sinister smile of yours? What are you plotting this time?"

However, Matthew merely chuckled and waved at her. "How could you call this smile sinister? I'm clearly smiling passionately at you!"

Clarissa shook her head helplessly and decided to drop the topic.

Whatever... Who cares what he's up to anyway?

It didn't take long before she realized what his plan was when later that night.

At that moment, Matthew was on top of her, and the two of them were about to reach a climax when he suddenly stopped and whispered into her ear, "Clare, won't you be a good girl and say it?"

His voice snapped Clarissa out of her euphoric state, and she could see that he was using every ounce of willpower he had just to stop himself from climaxing.

My goodness... He's going this far just to hear me call him "Hubby?" I don't even know how I feel about his level of self-control here...

She then wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and squeezed with all of her might.

"Ugh... I hate you so much, you meanie!"

When she did that, Matthew tensed up for a second but was able to control himself just yet. He then leaned in and kissed her aggressively on the lips in response. Eventually, Clarissa gave in to his "assault" and called out at the top of her lungs, "Oh, Hubby... Hubby..."

Feeling satisfied, Matthew upped his thrusting game and brought them both to a powerful end.

The next morning, Clarissa was woken up by a shower of his kisses.

Feeling annoyed at being woken up when had taken the day off, Clarissa slapped him across the face as she said, "Get off me! I'm going back to bed!"

"All right, your hubby is about to head over to the office by himself, then. You make sure to get enough rest, okay?" Matthew said with a chuckle and left the room. However, Clarissa found herself unable to go back to sleep after being woken up.

Did he seriously wake me up just so he could hear me call him "Hubby" before leaving for work? Back then, I used to think of him as a very cold and serious person. Now that I know him better after spending so much time with him, I realize he's surprisingly childish for his age! She thought to herself as she lay on the bed with her eyes open.

Suddenly, she received a text message from Matthew: Hey, Clare! I just wanted to let you know that you can come to keep your hubby company at the office if you're bored!

What the heck is wrong with this guy! Clarissa didn't know what to say and simply tossed her phone aside as she went for a shower.

While having breakfast, she received another text message from Matthew calling himself "Hubby."

She replied with a disgusted emoji followed by the words: Does your childishness know no bounds?

Matthew was probably busy, as his reply came a little later: How could you call your hubby childish, Clare? I'm a very mature and charming man! Do you not like your hubby anymore?

Clarissa couldn't stand the way he was talking and decided to call him on the spot.

She screamed into the phone the moment the call got through, "Hubby! Hubby! Hubby! Hubby! Hubby! There, are you happy? You'd better stop talking weird to me or I won't call you 'Hubby' ever again! Is that understood?"

It was both a command as well as a threat.

A man's laughter was heard on the other line after a few seconds of silence, and it didn't sound like Matthew at all.

"Who is that?" Clarissa was shocked as soon as she heard that.

"A friend," Matthew replied, and the line went dead after that.

At the same time, Matthew let out a helpless chuckle and put his phone away, while his "friend" continued laughing out loud.

After all, Clarissa's voice was so loud that it was practically impossible to not hear her.

"Are you done laughing, Thomas?" Matthew glared coldly at the man who came uninvited.

Thomas shrugged as he teased Matthew with a mocking look in his eyes, "Don't worry, Mr. Tyson! I know all too well how it's like! When you love a woman that much, you just can't help it!"

Matthew snorted coldly. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Oh, yes! It's something really important too!" Thomas smiled.

Matthew kept quiet and waited for him to continue.

"Clarissa Quigley..."

Matthew's eyes lit up when he heard him mention Clarissa, but Thomas didn't seem to notice and continued, "She's your fiancée, right? My lady is a huge fan of hers and would like a signed book." At that, Matthew raised an eyebrow at him. "That's what you meant by something really important?"

"Is it not?"

To Thomas, anything related to his woman was that of utmost importance.

Matthew rubbed his forehead in disbelief when he saw that Thomas was actually serious about it.

"I'll let her know..."

"All right! Could you please do so now?"

Matthew frowned. "Thomas, I'll give you a reply tomorrow."

"I need it today!"

"I said, tomorrow!"

"Okay... By the way, I was thinking of paying your fiancée to write the script for a movie in which my lady will have the role of the lead actress. What do you say?"

"We're a little busy with the preparations for our wedding," Matthew said while staring at him.

"Damn it... In that case, I'll wait till after the wedding!"

"No, we'll be on our honeymoon."

"After the honeymoon!"

"We'll be busy having kids."

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Are you seriously still upset about me beating you that one time?"

"You didn't beat me, Thomas."

"Does your fiancée know how much of a sore loser you are?"

Matthew sneered. "Hah... Does your lady know about that crazy night you had in the past?"