Chapter 475 The Gift
So, judging by Emma's actions, the gift seemed pretty significant; otherwise, she wouldn't be lugging it around with both hands.
She said, "Jane, this is for you. Check it out and see if you like it. Once you accept my gift, you'll be part of the Pitt family, and Hugh and I will be totally at ease."
It felt like accepting the gift would be like slapping a name tag on myself, officially marking me as part of the Pitt family, and no one could say otherwise.
Even though I never planned on joining another family, I always thought I'd stick with Brad for life.
Emma placed a big red rectangular box in front of me, urging me over and over to open it. How was I supposed to open this?
Opening it would mean agreeing to their request for me to marry Brad.
I hadn't agreed yet, and my parents hadn't weighed in either. Nothing was set in stone, so accepting the gift felt a bit rushed.
I looked up at my parents for help; such a big decision should involve their input.
Ronan, who hadn't had a chance to speak, finally said, "Hugh, decisions about our kids should be made by them. Helen and I will respect Jane's wishes. If she wants to go ahead, we'll support her. If she doesn't, we won't pressure her, nor will we let anyone else do so. As for the gift, you can take it back. When Jane gets married, we'll handle all the preparations ourselves."
Hugh quickly responded, "That won't do. What you give Jane is your business. This is my child from the Pitt family getting married, so of course, we'll prepare everything."
At this, I felt super awkward and out of place.
Ever since the topic of marrying Brad came up, no one had asked for my opinion. Even though my dad said he would take my wishes into account, he hadn't actually asked me a single question. Sensing my discomfort, Brad leaned in and whispered, "Sweetheart, my parents were a bit blunt today, but this is something that will happen sooner or later. The sooner we settle it, the sooner I can relax, right? Please don't stay silent; I want to hear how you feel. If you're really not ready to decide right now, I can talk to my parents. You shouldn't feel pressured."
He said I shouldn't feel pressured, but his eyes were filled with hope and worry.
He hoped I would agree, and he was worried I wouldn't.
At that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if Brad had lost his mind. Did he really need to ask? I thought he should already know the answer.
"Tell me, darling, do you want to get engaged and marry me? We could even plan for two kids—one boy and one girl. I'll handle the cooking; you can wash the dishes, or I can take care of that too. When the baby arrives, you can hold him or her while I prepare the formula, or I can hold the baby if you prefer. Marrying me would be wonderful; you wouldn't have to worry about housework, earning money, or taking care of the kids. All you need to do is be a lovely wife and mother, and I'll take care of everything else. What do you think, sweetheart?" Brad, thinking I was reluctant, quickly tried to persuade me, listing all the benefits of marrying him. Although what he said might be true, it still felt like he was trying to coax me.I said, "I'm not ready for this. Does it have to be so urgent? Can't we wait until I graduate?" A girl had the right to be a bit coy.
"You might not be in a hurry, but I am. I'm going nuts here; you can test me if you don't believe it." With that, Brad took my hand and placed it on his crotch.
Feeling its owner's touch, it responded with a lively twitch.
My face burned with embarrassment.
I was grateful for the country-style tablecloth Helen had custom-made for the dining table, which covered everything below our waists.
I let out a low cry of shame, pulled my hand back forcefully, and glared at Brad angrily. In his eyes, I saw my reflection, my face as red as a beet.
How dare he!
In front of both sets of parents, how could he be so shameless?
What happened to being mature and considerate? What happened to not making things difficult for me?
I heard that once men had sex, they became shameless. I never believed it before, thinking it was a generalization. At least, Brad wouldn't be like that.
But reality proved that men, in their societal roles, were first and foremost men. As long as they were healthy and normal, they couldn't escape this rule.
Brad, faced with this situation, had become just another ordinary guy.
Although Brad and I had been intimate for a while, we were often too busy, and I was always too shy to fully relax. Brad, not wanting to make me uncomfortable, mostly just held me while we slept.
Could it be that all this had driven Brad crazy, leading him to act so shamelessly in such an important setting?
At that time, everyone was startled by my overreaction and looked at me, their curious eyes shifting between Brad and me.
Both sets of parents seemed confused, while Rachel watched cluelessly; only Daniel wore a knowing smile.
I felt Daniel must have figured out the truth, but I had no proof.
"What happened?" Helen asked, puzzled.
Brad replied seriously, "Nothing, the shrimp was a bit hot, and Jane got burned."
I looked at the cold shrimp in humiliation, feeling utterly embarrassed.
What a lame excuse; no one would believe it.
Emma said, "When the wedding comes, we'll handle everything. That's settled. Jane, take a look at the gift I got you."
I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling immensely grateful to Emma.
The velvet box opened, revealing a dazzling sight.
Inside the simple box was a set of jewelry: earrings, a necklace, a ring, a bracelet, an anklet, and more.
The box was placed perfectly in the sunlight, making the jewels sparkle brilliantly.
I looked at Brad speechlessly, and he seemed equally helpless.
No one had expected the gift to be a heavy set of jewelry.
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