Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Five

Irina's point of view:

"Mom, I am cooking." I replied to her.

"Did you let her cook for herself?" My mom asked the maids angrily.

"No, I just chose to cook, mom." I said frustratingly.

"Let's get out of here, okay?" She said to me.

"Let me dish out the meal first. I am hungry." I told her.

"Who taught you how to cook? You shouldn't be in the kitchen." she said to me.

"Mom, I am a married woman, how won't I know how to cook?" I asked her in frustration.

"It doesn't matter." I know that hit her indirectly. My mom doesn't know how to cook.

"It matters. I like to cook." I told her.

"Did Roman force you to cook? Did you do all the house chores? Don't you have any house help. You shouldn't be doing any work."

She complained.

"Mom, he didn't force me to do anything. He cooks the food but that doesn't mean I won't learn how to cook for us, mom." I told her.

"Okay, just let us get out of here." She said.

Mom, stop treating me like a baby. I am not the first woman to get pregnant in this world