Chapter 142. Meeting the Andersons

Michael’s POV

I stood at the entrance of Cassie’s room as she struggled to carry all the gift bags in her living room. After trying to balance them in her hand and them falling multiple times, she dropped them on the table and sat on the couch with frustration written all over her face.

“Aren’t you going to help me?” She pouted.

I sighed and walked toward her. “I already told you that you don’t need to take all these gifts. It’s just my family who you have already met.”

“I can’t go and meet them empty handed,” she argued. “You tricked me into going to your Grandmother’s birthday last time and I didn’t get her a single gift. Do you know how embarrassing that was?” She raised her voice at me and I stepped back in shock.

“Okay, fine. I’ll help you.” I quickly helped her carry some of the gift bags because she was already getting mad for real and I might regret it if I continue to drag the topic.

She took a deep breath and followed behind me wi