Twins - The Unforeseen Legacy of My Ex's Uncle-in-Law novel Chapter 156

"Can't you just give me an acupuncture session instead?"

He looked at her, his voice softening, "Come on, don't be like that. You're getting more and more stubborn by the day!"

Oberon, standing off to the side, shot a glance at Mr. Taylor, thinking that it was actually him who spoils her rotten. Who else would dare to be this cheeky in front of him?

Drusilla cast a look at the two men, noticing Enoch's almost pleading expression. There was no pushing him away now.

She was planning to leave, to slip away without raising any suspicions.

Turning to Enoch, she said, "I need to go upstairs to grab something. Wait for me, okay?"

"No need. Let's just go over to your place." Enoch interjected.

Drusilla paused, then replied, "That won't work. My place isn't exactly welcoming to men."

"I'm your husband." he chuckled, amused at her refusal. He was offering to visit her place as a gesture of respect, and here she was, rejecting him!

How dare she!

Drusilla had her reasons for not wanting him over. Aside from Verena, almost no one visited her home, which was filled with her baby's things – something she definitely didn't want him to see.

"My place is a mess right now. I'd rather you didn't see it." she explained.

"I don't mind." Enoch insisted, determined to accompany her.

Left with no choice, Drusilla led Enoch upstairs. Upon reaching her apartment, she fumbled with her keys. Her reluctance was clear, but Enoch showed no signs of leaving.

Drusilla sighed inwardly and opened the door.

"You cook?" Enoch asked, skepticism in his gaze. "Is your cooking even edible?"

Drusilla's lips twitched in irritation. "What do you want, Enoch? I'm not in the mood. Just leave, okay?"

Enoch, understanding her upset, tried to reassure her, "Don't worry about the kids. I'll take care of them, and I won't bring Verena back. Your position is secure, with or without children."

Drusilla was taken aback by his words, her discomfort evident.

Facing him, her expression fraught, she managed to say, "Get out!"

To have him sit in her home, eyeing her children, was more than she could bear.

Oberon, observing the tension, reminded her, "Ma'am, you're overstepping. You and Mr. Taylor have an agreement; you're not really his wife. You have no right to dictate terms about the children. Mr. Taylor has been good to you; please don't take it for granted."