You’ll Fall For Me, Today Or Tomorrow Chapter 317


    Matthew pinned rissa against the mirror inside their walk-in closet.


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    “Me? An old man?” he questioned.


    rissa chuckled nervously. He had pinned her arms onto the mirror and held her captive. Despite


    this, rissa mentally fawned over how cool he looked as he pinned her down.


    She enjoyed being pinned to the wall so much that she didn’t care about the “old man” topic that


    Matthew raised. Instead, her cheeks reddened as if two brilliantly red roses had bloomed on them.


    “That’s just a joke to loosen Jonathan’s nerves. Come on, don’t get upset. Also, what’s up with you


    today? Let me go…” rissa murmured.


    However, she secretly wanted him to continue pinning her down. Her erratically beating heart


    screamed in her chest. Please don’t let go!


    It was like she had utterly fallen under Matthew’s charms.


    Matthew was going to let rissa go. However, he suddenly noticed that rissa’s lovestruck eyes


    were ogling him. She also blushed furiously as if she were some bashful schoolgirl.


    This amused Matthew, who leaned in closer to her.


    Her reaction was just as he had expected; her face burned redder than a tomato as her eyes gleamed


    eagerly at him.


    Matthew’s lips curled slightly. At that moment, their noses were only inches away from each other. A


    mischievous desire wasced in his low, taunting hum.


    Then Matthew suddenly pinched rissa’s waist. Wanting to tease her more, his hands roamed down


    to her hips and gave them a hard pinch as well.


    At this, rissa mewled in shock.


    Matthew’s wicked grin curved deeper. Meanwhile, rissa’s blushed harder as Matthew seemed to


    have read her mind.


    “What are you doing?” rissa pouted and batted her eyshes at him.


    Matthew tensed at this. He inched closer, pressing her tautly between his body and the mirror.


    He only replied with one word, “You.”


    rissa stilled in confusion. Before she could respond, Matthew chuckled in her ear. His warm breath


    tingled her ear lobes.


    He continued, “Didn’t you ask what I was doing?”


    It finally registered in rissa’s mind. “Matthew Tyson, you old pervert!”


    Deepughter rumbled from Matthew’s chest as he smirked delightedly.


    He pulled rissa in for a big wet kiss. Smack! Then he grinned at her shy and helpless face.


    “You love it. Don’t you, re?”


    “That’s not true! Get away, you old pervert! Get off me. Let me go…”


    Women, Matthew sighed inwardly. They’ll never admit what they truly feel.


    They deny that their feelings, saying they don’t like certain things, even though they do. Then they tell


    you to let go, even though they want you to hold them tighter.


    However, Matthew hadn’t pried too much into rissa’s true feelings because it would only upset her.


    Might as well give the woman what she wants!


    “Mommy, Daddy, I’m hungry! Let’s eat now. Mommy…” Damian suddenly called out.


    At this, the tomato-faced rissa darted out of the closet and stopped her son from entering.


    “Come on, Damian. Let’s head downstairs to eat.”


    Matthew then casually trailed after them. At that moment, Damian was staring wide-eyed at Matthew


    before looking back at rissa. rissa couldn’t help but panic at the boy’s innocent gaze. She was


    worried that the boy had figured out what happened inside the closet.


    “Ah!” the boy suddenly cried out. “Mommy, did you put on lipstick again? Your lips are so red! Why


    didn’t you ask me to do it for you?”


    rissa had the habit of putting on lipstick each time she left the house. Ever since Damian noticed


    this, he became adamant about putting on her lipstick for her.


    Hence, the boy was upset that his mother’s lips were currently a bright shade of red.


    She secretly put on her lipstick even though she’s not going out! The boy stomped his foot in betrayal.


    He whined, insisting that rissa remove her lipstick so that he could reapply it for her.


    To this, rissa felt utterly embarrassed.


    She soothed, “I’m not wearing any. Here, see for yourself.”


    “Really? But your lips are red! You must be lying to me.”


    “I’m not. Take a look. You can try and smudge it too…” rissa exined as she leaned towards the


    boy.


    Damian raised his little hand and rubbed gently on her lips. After realizing that there wasn’t any


    pigment, he tilted his head in confusion.


    “So why are your lips red, Mommy? Did you snack on something red?”


    “No, I…”


    Before rissa coulde up with an exnation, Matthew picked up the little boy in one swift


    motion.


    Then Matthew whispered as if he were sharing some juicy gossip, “Don’t go poking your nose into


    things, Damian. This secret is between your Mommy and me. It’s about having a little sister, but it won’t


    come true if we tell you about it.”


    “Really? Then I won’t ask anymore,” Damian promised.


    The boy covered his mouth immediately whilst casting a sparkly, rounded-eyed look at Matthew, then at


    rissa.


    Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why his mother’s face had turned as red as her lipstick.


    Then again, he wasn’t sure if it was okay to ask. Does this have to do with my little sister? Damian


    gasped excitedly at the thought.


    In an instant, he dropped the topic and decided to patiently wait for his little sister to arrive in their


    family.


    Matthew’s head whipped around as he smirked at rissa, whose ears had also turned pink from


    embarrassment. She red at him before ushering everyone downstairs.


    Laughter erupted from Matthew since he enjoyed seeing her so flustered. Damian, however, was


    unaware of what happened and stared cluelessly at his parents.


    After their meal, they had their chauffeur send Jonathan home.


    Back home, Hry and Zach had long-awaited Jonathan’s return. Thus, they weed him warmly


    when he arrived at the door.


    “Jonathan, you’re back. What took you so long?” Hiry asked.


    Zach chimed in, “Why does it matter? He was only at rissa’s; it’s not like he went to some stranger’s


    home. Come sit, Jonathan!”


    Jonathan knew why his parents were behaving like this; they wanted information from him. However,


    he wasn’t keen on telling them, so he kept silent.


    “Jonathan. Why aren’t you talking? Were you visiting rissa? Did you meet her child? And what


    about Mr. Tyson?”


    Jonathan simply nodded in response.


    “Is the child really hers? How are they? Does Mr. Tyson love the child?”


    Jonathan mentally rolled his eyes. Obviously.


    However, he held back from telling his parents too much. He knew that they had ulterior motives from


    the way their eyes glinted maliciously.


    So he dismissed himself, “Yeah. I wasn’t there for long, so I didn’t pick up anything interesting. I’m


    going back to my room now.”


    “Hang on. Why the rush, Jonathan?” Hiry relentlesslytched onto his arm.


    It was clear that she wanted to prompt more information from Jonathan.


    Regardless, Jonathan grew annoyed with her antics. He flung her arm off and growled, “I don’t want to


    talk anymore! I’m tired. I’m going to bed now.”


    Then, he quickly stormed off and locked himself in his room.


    Hry’s face scrunched into a deep frown at his disobedience. She whipped around and whined to her


    husband, “Zach, look at your son! Do you think he’s going through a rebellious phase?”


    To her surprise, there was not a trace of anger on Zach’s face.


    Instead, he shook his head amusedly at her. “It’s fine if he doesn’t want to talk. You don’t have to force


    him.”


    “But—”


    Before Hry could continue, Zach shook his head and motioned her to sit down. “Jonathan probably


    has a good rtionship with ry, so he doesn’t want to speak ill of her. That’s fine. What matters is


    he’s on good terms with her. After all, it’s only natural for our family to get along well with one another.”


    Hry was initially dumbfounded at her husband’s rxed manner. After pondering for some time, she


    quickly caught on to his true intentions.


    She immediately nodded to herself. Either way, we’re doing all of this for Jonathan’s sake.


    Meanwhile, Zach hoped that Jonathan and rissa could be on good terms as brother and sister. That


    was enough to make Zach happy. However, his intentions weren’t pure either; he saw Jonathan and


    rissa’s good rtionship as a fallback n should he ever need one in the future.


    Jonathan must have said something to Hry. rissa noticed that Hry hadn’t pestered her at all


    these days. Not that rissa minded; in fact, she felt that it was for the best.


    Jonathan was recently on school break, so he often dropped by Zen Hignds to spend time with


    Damian. rissa was more than happy with this as it gave her time to focus on work. She took


    advantage of this and quickly bustled off to the studio.


    rissa had already submitted the manuscript for her children’s picture book, and Joshua had also


    completed the book’s illustrations as per her request. Flipping through his illustrations, she gaped in


    awe for Joshua’s top-notch artistic abilities. His illustrations vividly and urately portrayed every


    conceptual detail that she described to him. They were perfect.


    By the time she had gone through Joshua’s work and praised him several times, Joshua puffed his


    chestcently.


    He raised his chin and bragged, “See? It’s your loss for passing on a talented man like me, who’s good


    at depicting your words and is your best friend.”


    To this, rissa let out a bubbly chuckle and nodded at him. “Yeah, yeah. My loss.”


    “That’s right,” Joshua harrumphed in a joking tone.


    He was satisfied that she had yed along. An idea popped into his mind as he cracked a yful


    smile. “Why don’t you dump that snobby businessman, Tyson, and be mine instead? My family likes


    having you around, so you’ll have a fuss-free rtionship with your mother-inw. Plus, that Tyson guy


    is trash. If you marry me, you won’t…”


    Joshua froze abruptly. However, rissa hadn’t given this too much thought.


    She only asked, “Why’d you stop talking?”


    Joshua shed a tight-lipped smile as he looked behind rissa and said, “A-actually, Rissa, I think


    that Damian’s father is umm… he’s a decent man.”


    rissa giggled after hearing this. She turned in the direction that Joshua was looking at, already


    knowing what awaited there—Matthew.


    He stood behind her with his eyebrows twisted into a fearsomely deep frown.


    Shuddering and lips twitching in fear, Joshua shot onto his feet. “I’ll be off now, Rissa. Don’t miss me


    too much!”


    He then scurried out the door as if he were some bushy-tailed cat, running from a fight. At this, rissa


    couldn’t help but burst into heartyughter.


    Pfft! That rascal. Even as he flees for dear life, he just had to add thatst line to taunt Matthew.


    Matthew then walked over. He pinched her cheek and huffed, “You seem like you’re in good spirits.”


    At that, rissa swatted his hand away and ushered, “Stop it. Not in my studio! Speaking of, why are


    you down here at this time of day?”


    “Well, I wouldn’t have caught someone professing their love to you if I didn’t show up now, would I?”


    “Pffft! What do you mean by professing their love? Joshua was only messing around. What, did you


    seriously believe what he said?”


    rissa stood up. She tugged on Matthew’s fingers and murmured, “He’s just kidding. Besides, I’m


    your wife. No one would dare to profess their love to me.”


    Matthew could tell that the employees around them were only pretending to work, that they were


    secretly eavesdropping as well as peeking at his and rissa’s conversation. Regardless, he leaned


    forward and boldly nibbled on her plump lips.


    “Say that again. What are you to me?” he asked.