Twins - The Unforeseen Legacy of My Ex's Uncle-in-Law novel Chapter 25

"Isn’t Odette here! I knew Odette was a good kid."

Drusilla was speechless. Had Wendell mistaken her for Odette?

For some reason, the old man's gaze felt incredibly warm and familiar.

Wendell said to Enoch, "I want Odette to feed me."

Enoch glanced at Drusilla, "Come here."

Drusilla approached, taking the bowl from his hands, and said to Wendell, "Alright, Grandpa, I'll feed you."

She sat down and began to feed Wendell, who, despite his usual stubbornness, ate obediently.

Enoch, sitting aside, looked on with contentment. He observed Drusilla, her gentleness while feeding, and thought perhaps it was fate that his grandpa took such a liking to her.

Having her marry into the family had brought unexpected joy.

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Harlan had just finished drying off with a towel when he saw Drusilla feeding Wendell. The old man was eating so well, which made him frown.

What was this about?

Every time he and Lilith came to visit Wendell, they never had such a pleasant time.

Yet, here she was, and the old man seemed to adore her.

Absolutely preposterous!

While eating, Wendell asked Drusilla, "Odette, when are you getting married?"

Drusilla glanced at Enoch and told Wendell, "Enoch and I are already married."

Wendell scolded, "You're always with that stern face! Learn to treat your wife better."

Saying this, he took Enoch's hand and placed it in Drusilla's. Their hands were forced together.

Enoch's fingers were long and neatly trimmed. As Drusilla's hand was clasped in his, the warmth from his fingertips quickly spread to hers.

Wendell, holding their hands together, seemed eager for them to start a family, far from the deranged old man who had caused Lilith and Harlan so much distress earlier!

Harlan, standing aside, watched their hands joined together, his eyes darkening. This woman was so shameless; she let Enoch hold her hand so easily. What’s more, she didn't even struggle; wasn't that just disgusting?

After having dinner with Wendell and spending some time at the hospital, Drusilla went to the restroom.

She let the water run over her hands under the faucet, watching as it washed over her fingers, feeling a peculiar warmth, especially where Enoch had touched her, as if her skin was still burning.

She patted her face, reminding herself that she and Enoch were married, after all. Sometimes, playing the part was necessary, and she needed to be prepared for it.