Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

At night, Sam's parents, Emma and Marcus, cover to have a family meal. Emma cin the evening. She proactively took on the responsibility of cooking and even brought a lot of ingredients over. When no one else was around, Olivia could be difficult with Sam all she liked.

After all, it was just the two of them, so it didn't matter what she did. However, when their elders were around, she had to watch herself.

Before Emma came, Olivia was still lying in bed with no intention of getting up. When she heard Sam say that they were coming, she flung aside all other thoughts and immediately lifted the quilt, trotting into the bathroom barefoot. After washing up, she quickly got dressed and applied snatural makeup so that she appeared decent.

While she was doing her makeup, Sam was staring at her from the side.

"Do you need to put on makeup when meeting my parents?" After she carefully drew her eyeliner as she faced the mirror, she shot a glance at him. "Of course. I'm newly wedded to you and have just been incorporated into your family. There are certain things which I have to do well. You dunce, you won't understand." It was not to curry favor with him. Simply put, she wanted to do things like that. After all, his parents treated her really well. It wasn't a hassle for her to put seffort into her appearance when meeting them. After she was done with the makeup, she began to pick out something to wear. Finally, she chose a dress that Emma had bought for her.

After that, she ran to the kitchen to help Emma.

"Mom," she greeted.

When Emma saw Olivia, especially when she called her 'Mom', she was beyond happy. She smiled so widely that her eyes narrowed into crescents. She couldn't hide her happiness.

"Ollie? I heard from Sam that you were still sleeping. Why did you get up so fast? If you're tired, you can sleep smore. After I'm done cooking, you can get up then to have dinner with us." At that, Olivia's lips twitched subconsciously. That idiotic Sam really went ahead and told his mom that she was still sleeping. What a man and his wife did should remain private. It was basic knowledge. If it was talked about in the open, it would embarrass anyone and make them feel awkward.

She was currently experiencing that, so she could only change the topic.

"Mom, what are you preparing for dinner tonight? I'll help you." After she offered to help, Olivia rolled her sleeves up, but Emma stopped her right away. "No, you don't have to, really. I'll handle the kitchen today, so you should go rest for a while more. After I'm done preparing, I'll get Sam to wake you." "Mom, how could I? I'm your daughter-in-law, not a princess whom he wedded or something. We should work together on the chores." "Who said that?" Emma's face immediately stiffened. "Did that brat force you to chere and help me? Am I right? I will teach him a lesson. What's he doing if he doesn't love you after marrying you?" At first, Olivia thought she was joking. However, Emma rolled up her sleeves and stormed out of the kitchen. She was ready go argue with her own son. Only then did Olivia realize that she was dead serious.

"Mom, Mom!" Olivia could only stretch a hand out to stop her. "It has nothing to do with Sam. It waswho wanted to help you. He didn't askto chere." Upon hearing that, Emma narrowed her eyes and stared at her. "Is that true?" "It is. It's just that since you're older than me, I felt that I should help you as I'm from the younger generation. Sam isn't involved." "It's fine, don't worry about it!" Emma graciously waved her hand around. "Although you are now my daughter- in-law, you shouldn't be stressed out. I'm different from those other women. I adore you as if you're my own daughter, Ollie, so you can do as you please." "Right now, I want to help you cook, Mom. If we work together, we'll be done faster." After that, she intimately held onto Emma's arms, as though she wanted to have a discussion with her. In the end, Emma allowed her to do as she liked. Both of them went into the kitchen, looking as close as a mother and daughter related by blood.

When they were done preparing dinner, the entire family got together and began happily enjoying their meal together.

That night, Emma gave Olivia a lot of gifts and money. On their wedding day, they had already received more than enough congratulatory money. Olivia didn't anticipate how well Emma would treat her. Touched, she hugged Emma, and then said, "Thank you, Mom. You're too kind." As soon as Olivia hugged her, Emma's nose ached to sniffle, and her eyes reddened. She patted Ollie's shoulder and said, "We're family, se you don't need to be so polite. Sam is our only son. If you need anything, just tell us. We'll try to satisfy you. What's more, Sam, you must treat Ollie well in the future. If find out that you're mistreating her, your father and I will not spare you." In comparison to Emma's nagging, Marcus was much calmer. He gave Olivia a very good-natured look. "Olivia, if anything comes up, you can tell me. You don't need to be restrained with us." "Thank you, Mom and Dad." "By the way," Emma piped up, seemingly having thought of something urgent. "Since you guys are already married, you should start preparing for pregnancy. Ollie, when are you planning to have a child?" When she was met with that question, Olivia was taken aback. She smiled helplessly to herself. Sure enough, since they got married, childbirth was indeed a hurdle they had to face.

She smiled awkwardly, then explained in a natural and graceful manner, "Mom, Sam and I have just got married and we're still young, so we're not going to rush into it." "Young? Emma glanced at SanHer lips curled. "He's becoming an old man soon. How is he considered young? However, Ollie, you're still young, so there's no rush. I didn't have any intention of pressuring you into anything when I asked you that, okay?" "I understand, Mom. Rest assured. We'll let nature take its course."

Although Emma said that she wasn't pressuring Ollie, deep in her heart, she wanted to quickly hold then m grandchild. However, that would remain in her thoughts. She didn't say anymore after that one question. "Con, let's dig in. Have smore."

The three bowls of oatmeal that Olivia ate at noon had already been digested. She had planneḍfo@at'a little more at dinner. Who knew that e Emma would feed her all kinds of food? At last, Olivia had had her fill. In fact, she was way too full. Nonetheless, Emma was worried that she hadn't had enough yet, so she kept taking more and more food for her. Olivia's last resort was to stare pleadingly at Sam to help.

"Mom." He received the message from her gaze. He reached out and took Olivia's plate, setting it down in front of him. "Ollie's too full. Her stomach will hurt if she eats too much." Emma understood and gave her a self-conscious smile. "Ollie, you can't eat anymore? Why didn't you just tell me?" "Mom..."

"It's fine. Why are you being so I reserved? Are you putting distance between us? Didn't I say that your could treatlike your real mother? If you have anything to say, just say it. I'll spoil you!" "Okay, I'll keep that in mind. Next time, I'll directly tell you myself." The family of four happily finished their dinner.

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