After Getting Pregnant, I Saw Through My Boyfriend's Family

It was like a boom in my head. Holding the apron, I really didn't anticipate the reason Amanda insisted on asking us to come so early was to let me cook breakfast for her.

I pressed my lips reluctantly, but before I could say something back, Marcus nodded on my behalf. "Jasmine is an outstanding cook. Just wait for the most wonderful breakfast you have ever had!"

After saying that, he pulled me into the kitchen and held my hands with guilt. "Jasmine, that's how my mother treats everyone. Don't be angry, okay? Do it for me like what I always do for you..."

I could read his embarrassment from his face and nodded in silence. In order to free him from this dilemma, I compromised, flipping the recipe and cooking several dishes.

I thought she would be satisfied after I listened to her order to cook this meal.

But her reaction broke my naive wish as she frowned so exaggeratedly that the muscle between her eyebrows could almost kill a fly.

"Jasmine, it tastes like shit! How can you be a housewife like this? Haven't your parents ever taught you how to cook?"

The corner of my mouth couldn't help twitching as I put down the fork speechlessly.

In fact, she was right because the housekeeper would cook for us.

Although I seldom cook, I still had some common sense in cooking. I learned it step by step by following the recipe. The food tasted fine to me, though it couldn't be compared to what a Michelin chef would make.

It really puzzled me why Amanda was so mean to me.

Marcus started pursuing me first. We met for the first time when I had a blackout due to low sugar blood on my return to school after a vacation. To some extent, he saved me.

Later, I got to know more about him through his Twitter. He was from the university across from mine.

At that time, Marcus was still a little timid to ask me nervously if I minded that he was from an ordinary second-class university.

His question amused me since there was no reason for a student from a renowned university to look down upon whoever came from an inferior university.

Only then did he feel relieved and began to pursue me officially.

Considering our family background, I paid most of every bill since we began to see each other.

That was because I accidentally saw him eating instant noodles for a month in order to buy me a great birthday gift.

For the sake of his self-esteem, I did not tell him exactly how wealthy my family was. Instead, I just said my family ran a small business and always liked to give me more pocket money.

Back to reality, Marcus held my hand under the table. Looking at him and Amanda, I brought out a little box from my bag despite the uncomfortable feelings.

I said, "Marcus told me you like jewelry, so I bought a jade bracelet for you."

Taking a brief glance at what was inside the box, Amanda put the box down with a disdainful sneer and snorted. "Jasmine, I like gold, not this kind of plastic fake."

The shock prevented me from uttering a word. This ice-type jade bracelet cost almost six hundred thousand dollars, which could buy a bunch of gold necklaces and bracelets.

What appalled me more was Marcus' words. He blamed me, "Jasmine, remember to bring a gold one next time. I don't care if you wear a fake in usual times, but you can't do this to my mother."

Looking at my emerald bracelet on my wrist worth more than a billion dollars, I really ran out of words.

My parents were low-key and didn't like flashy products. So, instead of choosing gold accessories, they preferred to buy some jade. According to Smith, the logo of luxury was too ostentatious, so they only wore tailor-made clothes.

Marcus' words pulled me out of my thoughts again.

"Mom, don't be angry. Jasmine definitely didn't do it on purpose. I'll ask her to buy you a gold bracelet next time," he said.