He Changed With My Pregnancy Chapter 2

Liam Mitchell threw his phone on the table and ignored her.

She would call him if anything happened.

She is now the apple of her grandmother's eye and is very proud of herself.

On the other hand, Eva Thompson had no idea how her newly-married husband arranged her at the company. She spent an hour cleaning the house, taking the quilt to the balcony to dry in the sun, and putting on new sheets and quilt covers.

The house has three bedrooms and a living room, a master bedroom and two secondary bedrooms. She didn't know whether the young master would come to live here, so she was self-aware and lived in the secondary bedroom closest to the bathroom so that it would be more convenient for her to take a shower at night.

There was an unknown grass on the balcony, placed in a white flowerpot the size of a basketball. It was dying, and most of its leaves were yellow and withered. She decided to wait until the evening to water it, to give it a try and see if it could survive.

It's noon now, and watering it would probably just send it to hell.

The master bedroom was where the eldest young master lived when he was in high school. After thinking about it, she went in and cleaned it up.

The master bedroom is very large, with a sofa, TV, desk, and bookcase. There is also a basketball under the cabinet with three letters on it: NBA.

She even saw a piano, a violin, and a guitar, neatly arranged, as if someone cleaned them regularly and they were spotless.

Eva Thompson was shocked for a long time. She couldn't imagine the young master who always looked ferocious and acted as if others owed him money playing the violin.

She seemed to have entered the young master's youth.

I can't help but imagine the unrestrained young man sweating on the playground, playing the violin gracefully in the room, and playing the guitar casually while sitting in the grass.

He must be very popular in school.

She cleaned and wiped carefully, then came to the bedside table where there were two photo frames. In the first photo, the young master was wearing a white sports suit and holding a basketball. His facial features were sharp and he looked a little immature. He was looking at the camera seriously, and five boys who were laughing so hard surrounded him.

The second photo shows him sitting on the lawn, wearing a white T-shirt, holding a guitar in his hands, with his head lowered, his brows rarely relaxed, as if he is immersed in the sound of the guitar.

The yellowish rays of sunlight fell on his fringe, his high nose bridge, and his thin lips, making his facial features look like sculptures, sharp and angular.

What a dazzling young man.

Eva Thompson gently put down the photo frame.

After tidying up the house, she prepared to go out to buy some groceries. She hadn't made a video for a month.

Fans are about to send her razor blades.

After getting off the elevator and walking out of the community, someone came up to me. It was a round-faced boy in his twenties. "Madam, where are you going? I'll take you there."

Eva Thompson was stunned for a moment. She was always a little nervous when facing strangers, and it was the first time she was called the eldest young lady. She was not used to it. "Well, forget it."

She wanted to be alone.

The boy smiled bitterly: "Madam, I don't want to be unemployed. Please get in the car. The young master ordered me to do so."

"She's acting on TV, and she's playing the role of a young lady." The security guard at the door glanced at them, muttered, and walked into the security room with his hands behind his back.

Eva Thompson blushed and just wanted to leave quickly. She bit her lip and said, "Where is your car? Also, just call me by my name. My name is Eva Thompson."

The boy took her into a black car.

The security guard snorted and said, it’s just a car worth 200,000 yuan. Young couples nowadays really like to act and have fun. They are really poisoned by TV.

Thinking of this, I opened the harem drama I was watching.

In the car.

Eva Thompson remembered to fasten her seat belt this time. She whispered, "Well, let's go to the nearby vegetable market."

"Madam, if you want to buy groceries, just tell me and I'll buy them for you."

"No, just call me by my name."

The boy hesitated, "Well...I'll call you Sister Eva Thompson in private. You can just call me Jack Carter."

Eva Thompson nodded.

She unconsciously showed a hint of worry between her brows. She didn't understand why the young master wanted to hire a driver for her even though he obviously hated her so much.

She is used to being alone.

In this situation, she felt that her life was disturbed, but if she refused, the boy named Jack Carter would lose his job.

She had lived a hard life since childhood and knew that it was not easy to have a job.

She sighed softly and said, forget it.

Things have come to this point, and who knows what will happen in the future. Her life had already changed drastically a month ago.

In the busy vegetable market, she didn't look at people, but only focused her eyes on the vegetables. Jack Carter followed her closely, brought vegetables to her, and at first insisted on paying, but Eva Thompson firmly refused.

The vegetables were put in large and small bags in the trunk.

Jack Carter sent her to the community and also carried some vegetables upstairs. Before leaving, he asked for Eva Thompson's number, saying that he could contact her if he had any problems in the future.

Then he turned around and sent the number.

And also sent what I did today.

The phone rang quickly, and he quickly answered it, "Young Master."

"You said she buys groceries and cooks for herself?"

"Yes, Master, Madam bought a lot of food."

"Hire her a cook."

She had to cook for herself while she was pregnant, so the Bo family wasn't that abusive.

Although he didn't like her, he even hated her.

But now, she is the daughter-in-law of the Bo family after all.

Eva Thompson adjusted the camera's angle and was cutting tomatoes one by one when suddenly someone knocked on the door. She had no choice but to press pause, wash her hands, and go to open the door.

Next to Jack Carter stood a 45-year-old aunt, who was dressed simply and looked honest. When she saw her, she smiled slightly.

Eva Thompson: "This is...?"

Jack Carter explained the whole story, and Eva Thompson felt terrible.

She wanted to shoot a video, but how could she shoot it with this aunt? And she liked to cook. She was not born a rich lady, so she felt uncomfortable when someone served her.

Even if this aunt would lose her job, she wouldn't care.

It’s been less than a day since we moved in, and the driver and aunt have already been arranged. Who knows what will happen next?

She was quite happy to be able to leave the old house. Maybe she was not destined to enjoy life. She was not happy at all when being served by others.

"Do you have the young master's phone number?"

Jack Carter nodded quickly: "Yes."

At the same time, I was wondering what was going on with the eldest young master and the eldest young mistress, why they had to ask him for his number.

After asking the two to leave, Eva Thompson sat on the sofa, staring at the number and hesitated for a long time. He didn't dare to dial it and just sent a text message.

[Master, I'm sorry to bother you. Thank you for your kindness. I'm used to living alone. You don't need to ask someone to cook for me and take care of me.]

No one replied from the other end, so Eva Thompson went to shoot the video again.

After filming the video of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, she looked at her phone and saw that the young master had replied to her.

[Don't be so sentimental, grandma is just meddling in other people's business.]

Eva Thompson suddenly realized what was going on. So that's what was going on. How embarrassing.

She guessed that it was the old lady who asked Jack Carter to say that. After all, the old lady hoped that she and the eldest young master could live a good life.

[Okay, talk to the old lady and ask her not to bother. It's only been a month, I'm no different from a normal person, not that exaggerated. Let's wait for seven or eight months before we talk about it.]

After typing and sending it, I went to edit the video.

There was no reply from that end.