"I'm afraid I'm overthinking it."
When Eileen was about to get out of the car, she mentioned adding Gavin's WhatsApp account.
Gavin obediently agreed.
Although I still had some concerns, I didn't say much in the end.
Gavin had a stable job and worked for the Federal government. The reason he picked me up every day was because the Finance and Trade Building and his workplace were on the same street.
In my opinion, since we were going to get married in the future, we'd better live together in advance, which was more convenient for our work and life.
Unfortunately, his mother strongly opposed it.
That woman, who carried a bit of old-fashioned elegance, couldn't tolerate cohabitation before the marriage, hoping that her son and future daughter-in-law could abide by this.
According to his mother, this was a manifestation of self-respect and self-love for both men and women.
I had no objections. Living together was a matter of different opinions. Living together didn't mean a lack of self-respect and self-love. After all, she was my future mother-in-law. If I could compromise for a while in exchange for a harmonious mother-in-law relationship in the future, I would be fine with that.