Married to a Millionaire

Chapter 38

"Jennie also wanted to come, but Grandpa made her stay at home," Lisa explained first for his fiancée who was not there to meet her future parents-in-law.

Sensing his son's thoughtfulness towards his future daughter-in-law, Marco was very pleased. Initially, Grandpa had proposed that the two children fulfill the marriage arrangement, and Marco could not disobey Grandpa but was also worried that his son would be forced to marry a woman he did not like due to the grievances of the previous generation. Now that the two children had genuinely fallen in love, his son was not wronged, and Jennie did not have to reluctantly marry into the Manoban family - this was a win-win situation.

Lisa was not worried about his father and kept his eyes on his mother as he spoke.

Behind the large sunglasses, one corner of Chitthip's red lips turned up in a mocking smile. It was unclear if she was mocking her future daughter-in-law for not coming to pick her up, or mocking her son's eagerness to explain on behalf of his girlfriend.

Lisa stared at his mother's lips as she pursed them again and said nothing more as he led the way ahead. Once in the car, Chitthip crossed her arms, tilted her head to look out the window, and didn't utter a word. After Marco asked about Grandpa's health, he also closed his mouth.

The family of three were all taciturn, and their normal interactions were like this too.

As they neared the villa, Lisa looked at his parents through the rearview mirror, his gaze falling on his mother's face again, "Mom, Jennie grew up in the countryside, she doesn't care much about clothes, don't say anything about her, she's sensitive."

Chitthip laughed. With one hand pinching her sunglasses, she moved them down a little, tilted her head slightly and looked up at her son, "I won't say a word to someone unrelated to me."

Lisa's eyes shifted to his father.

Marco turned his head to look out the other window, but a hint of a smile could be seen at the corner of his mouth.

Lisa was exasperated. His mother meant that as long as he wanted to marry Jennie and make her the Manoban family's daughter-in-law, Jennie would be subjected to his mother's sharp tongue. Unfortunately, he could intimidate everyone, including Jennie, except for his unconventional mother.

In the living room of the villa, looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jennie saw Lisa's family of three, all still dressed in black. She suddenly felt an immense sense of pressure. But she still stood up quietly and said to Grandpa, "Uncle and Auntie are here, I'll go out to receive them."

"Don't be afraid, Grandpa's here to support you," Grandpa said solemnly with a loving smile.

Jennie felt slightly more at ease. But when she walked out of the villa and came face-to-face with the approaching Manoban family of three, the tension in Jennie's body tightened again as she tried to greet Marco and his wife naturally, "Uncle, Auntie, I'm Jennie. I wanted to pick you up from the airport but Grandpa had some things for me to help with at home, so I couldn't make it."

The lower her voice became, the more pressure she felt from Marco's deep eyes that resembled a pool and Chitthip's aloof demeanor accentuated by her sunglasses. At that moment, Jennie felt like an ugly duckling who had clumsily stumbled in front of two elegant swans.

Just as Jennie was about to lose the ability to keep her head up, Marco smiled lightly, "We're going to be family from now on, no need to be so courteous."

The man in his fifties, usually stern and solemn when not smiling, had a certain charm when he did that- like the first hint of spring after a harsh winter, warming one's heart before the body felt the warmth of the breeze, moistening things silently.