Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 293 Betrothal Gift

“Thank you, Anna.”

Upon seeing that I had agreed, Steven regarded me in surprise and thanked me for the very first time.

“Anna, you and Michael are going to be married soon, and a betrothal gift is customary in our village. Have you discussed this with him?”

The atmosphere had eased. However, the attention landed on Michael and me when my mother brought up the matter of money.

According to the wedding traditions in our village, the groom had to give a betrothal gift. I didn’t want things to be so traditional between Michael and me. After all, we were together because we loved each other, and it had nothing to do with a dowry.

My brows furrowed slightly, but I didn’t respond to my mother’s question. In truth, I said nothing to Michael since I had no desire to receive one.

Naturally, he could fork out tens of thousands, considering his status. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I’m selling myself off if I were to ask him for a betrothal gift. And I didn’t like that feeling.

My mother knew from my silence that I hadn’t said a single word to Michael about the matter. All at once, she grew chagrined.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never brought that up with him? A betrothal gift from the groom is customary in our village, so you can’t disregard the tradition.”

While saying that, her voice sounded a tad urgent, and the look in her eyes was anxious as she stared at me.

“Mom, is it important? Michael and I love each other. The wedding will proceed with or without the betrothal gift.”

way, I just couldn’t bring myself to agree to her demand. Michael had already

behalf. Have you forgotten the hardships your father and I faced to raise you? It’s only right for

irked and she wasn’t mincing

her unreasonable. Even now, I felt rather irritated, for I loathed how money-minded she

“Mom-”

you want to marry Michael, a betrothal gift is indispensable. Besides, parents from both parties should at least meet before the

argue, but my mother gave me no opportunity to say a single word. She would cut me off unceremoniously

calling me home that

of genuine concern from my own mother hit me even though

about one thing. Michael and I are getting married. He should meet my parents regardless of the gap in our

meet you both

wrath and concurred to have Michael meet them. Nonetheless, I would never agree

trust you. Give me Michael’s number,

had already acceded, but she was persistent about the matter, worried

don’t

that he’ll immediately rebuff her when she expresses her wish

yet I’ve got to adhere to your arrangement and wait until you’ve set a date? I’m your mother and his future

feet and

to aggravate her further. In the end, I capitulated and scrolled through my contacts for Michael’s

my phone and entered

 Maybe I shouldn’t have given in just now. If Mom calls him every other