Chapter 6: Meeting Mother-in-law

"Tsk!"

Albert Brown's mouth curled slightly, his eyes deep and unfathomable, devoid of the usual frivolity in front of ordinary people. "Your incompetent son managed to find a woman willing to marry him, Mum. You should be grateful!"

"Albert Brown, if you still want to have money to spend, bring her back to me!"

Mrs. Brown took a deep breath, and as soon as she finished her threatening words, she hung up the phone.

Amelia Sanchez returned home to find Albert Brown's icy expression. She reflected on herself and felt guilty. "Husband, have you been feeling bored at home all day?"

"You don't have to wait for me at home all the time. You can go out and have fun. If you see something you like, just buy it. You don't need to save money for me!"

Amelia Sanchez recalled Albert Brown's previous salary of 1200 one month and thought he was afraid of spending too much, so she was unhappy.

Albert Brown, whose mood had been gloomy since talking to his mother on the phone, suddenly felt happy when he saw Amelia Sanchez being careful and afraid to upset him.

"Really? I can buy anything I like?"

"Of course. You can buy anything you like."

Amelia Sanchez saw Albert Brown's eyes gradually brighten because of her answer, the beautiful glimmer in his peach blossom eyes nearly made her pounce on him, and she suddenly understood the feeling of spending a fortune for a beauty.

"But as a junior employee, your salary is only a few thousand dollars a month at best. Are you sure you want me...to buy anything I want?"

Albert Brown's eyes bore into hers with scrutiny.

Amelia Sanchez stuttered, "...Well, all the money I've earned since I started working is in there, at least several tens...several thousands, several thousands, isn't that enough for you to spend?"

She almost bit her tongue.

Giving money to someone to spend nowadays and finding a reason for it is too difficult!

"Ah, the weather is nice today. I'm going to move the flowers outside to get some fresh air. They'll grow better..."

Fearing Albert Brown's further inquiries, Amelia Sanchez hurriedly began to move the flowers.

"Let me do it." Albert Brown didn't ask any more questions, and with one hand for each pot, he moved all the flowers outside in just two trips.

Amelia Sanchez was still marveling at how convenient it was to have a man around. Those pots of flowers would have taken her at least four trips to move. The next second, she saw Albert Brown filling the spray kettle with tap water. "What are you doing, Albert?"

"Watering the flowers!" Albert Brown replied while watering the flowers.

Amelia Sanchez quickly put out her hand: "Don't —"

Albert Brown, who had already watered the flowers, turned his head. "What?"

It's just once, it should be fine, right? Normally, she watered those flowers with the nutrient solution she specially prepared.

"Nothing. Albert, your hands are so beautiful. You shouldn't be doing rough work like watering the flowers!"

Amelia Sanchez took the spray kettle from Albert Brown's hand and pushed him toward the living room. "Come, come, sit down and rest. I'll do rough work like watering the flowers in the future. If your beautiful and slender hands get coarse, I'll be heartbroken."

Amelia Sanchez's words were just casual, but when her gaze fell on Albert Brown's long and fair hand, she couldn't help but be amazed.

Albert Brown's fingers were long, fair, well-defined, with round and clean fingernails. Even if Amelia Sanchez wasn't a hand lover, she felt the urge to kiss his hand at that moment.

Amelia Sanchez licked her lips and turned her head away. "Albert, have you ever thought about what you want to do?"

No, she couldn't be so depraved. What if it scared Albert Brown away?

After saying these words, Amelia Sanchez suddenly remembered what Albert Brown used to do and was afraid he would return to his old profession. "If you don't want to do anything, that's fine, I'll support you!"

Such a good-looking man should be kept at home for her alone to enjoy.

Albert Brown looked away from the flowers and thought he had seen pity in Amelia Sanchez's eyes just now.

He must have misread, those ordinary flowers were barely worth noticing.

Was Amelia Sanchez's feeling of pity really for him?

Albert Brown looked at his own hand.

Amelia Sanchez took the opportunity to glance back at the flowers. Thankfully, they were only slightly wilted, and she could revive them!

"Amelia, my mom wants to meet you. Are you willing to see her?"

Albert Brown changed the topic, thinking now wasn't the appropriate time to reveal everything.

Amelia Sanchez was a little nervous, after all, she had already 'kidnapped' someone's son back home but hadn't met her mother-in-law yet. However, seeing the nervousness in Albert Brown's eyes, she felt much more at ease.

An ugly daughter-in-law will eventually have to meet her mother-in-law, and besides, Amelia thought she looked decent. "Sure, just let me know the time and place, and I'll be there."

Albert Brown hugged Amelia tightly, "Wife, you're so understanding; I have to repay you with my body!"

Facing Albert Brown's narrow, passionate eyes, Amelia stammered, "Well, husband, you need to take care of your body and not get too tired..."

Doing this every day wasn't good, right?

Albert Brown's eyes deepened as he carried Amelia towards the bedroom, "It seems, wife, that you have a misunderstanding about your husband's physical fitness. Tonight, I'll make sure you know just how good your husband's body is!"

***

"Amelia, this is my mom. Mom, this is Amelia Sanchez, my newlywed wife!"

Amelia smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum and called out loudly, "Mum!"

It's said that mothers-in-law like daughter-in-laws who are outgoing. Was her smile bright enough, and her voice loud enough?

Mrs. Brown furrowed her brows and sized up Amelia.

For the occasion, Amelia wore a skirt she wouldn't normally wear and even put on light makeup.

However, Mrs. Brown wasn't satisfied seeing the lack of brand signs on Amelia's outfit.

She could tell from Amelia's clothes that she came from a small family. She thought Amelia didn't match her son at all!

"Alright, let's all sit down!...No need to be so loud, I'm not deaf!"

Amelia looked at Albert Brown sympathetically.

This mother wore clothes, accessories, and held things in her hand, all worth at least seven digits, yet her biological son had to resort to working as a gigolo in a nightclub.

If it weren't for the resemblance between mother and son, Amelia would have suspected that she was a stepmother.

Albert Brown didn't look at his mother as he pulled out a chair for Amelia, "Amelia, sit."

"Albert Brown, where are your manners? Can't you even call people properly? Is this how the Brown family raised you?"

Amelia felt even more sympathy for Albert Brown.

People say that when you have a stepmother, you'll get a stepfather too, but it seems that even with a stepfather, the biological mother can turn into a stepmother.

When Albert Brown met Amelia's sympathetic and pitiful gaze, he hesitated.

"Mom, you said you wanted to meet Amelia. Are you disappointed?"

When Albert Brown spoke to his mother, his tone was a bit stiff, but when his gaze shifted to Amelia, his eyes overflowed with love.

"Hmph!" Mrs. Brown snorted through her nose, "Miss Sanchez, where do you work? What do your parents do?"

Under the table, Albert Brown held Amelia's hand. Amelia patted his hand and answered with a smile, "I work in planning at Stark Culture. My mother is a housewife, and my father passed away when I was young."

Although her mother had remarried, she loved Amelia.

Compared to Albert Brown, her previous days were like heaven.

Mrs. Brown no longer bothered to hide the disdain in her eyes, "Albert, is this the wife you've chosen for yourself? A junior employee?"

Her son may be incompetent and only know how to eat, drink, and have fun, but with his good looks, even young ladies from a few comparable families were willing to marry him.

But she never imagined that out of all the choices, he picked a woman from such an ordinary background!

Mrs. Brown glanced at Amelia from the corner of her eye and sneered in her heart. This woman must have used her foxy face to seduce her son into marrying her!

"Amelia, right? No matter what identity you used to marry Albert, you must be clear about who you are! With your status as a junior employee, what help do you think you can provide to Albert?"

Amelia: Should her status help Albert more? Did she have to introduce some high-quality female customers to him?