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.”

my mom’s determination to have her way, I just couldn’t bring myself to agree to her demand. Michael had already spent hundreds of thousands on my family, which was several times the amount of a

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

irked and

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

“Mom-”

betrothal gift is indispensable. Besides, parents from

my mother gave me no opportunity to say a single word. She would cut me off unceremoniously whenever I was about

I realize her motive for calling me home

my own mother hit me even though I had long since grown accustomed to

are getting married. He should meet my parents regardless of the

for Michael to meet you both in a few days when he’s not

relented at my mother’s perpetual wrath and concurred to have Michael meet them. Nonetheless, I would never agree to

Give me Michael’s number, and I’ll phone

she was persistent about the matter, worried that I was merely

I don’t think

truly worried that he’ll immediately rebuff her when she expresses her wish to meet

adhere

shot to her feet and glared

couldn’t bring myself to aggravate her further. In the end, I capitulated and scrolled

took my phone and entered Michael’s number into her

wave of regret washed over me. Maybe I shouldn’t have given in just now. If Mom calls him every other day, he’ll certainly be annoyed.