Twins - The Unforeseen Legacy of My Ex's Uncle-in-Law novel Chapter 65

After trying on countless bridal gowns, Drusilla thought quite a few of them looked stunning, but Enoch didn't fancy a single one. By the end of the session, the attendant was nearly in tears.

Their shop had an extensive collection, and Drusilla was sure Enoch would find something to his liking. However, to her dismay, he dismissed every single dress.

Sitting in the car on their way back, Drusilla couldn't hide her frustration. "I thought those dresses were beautiful. I have no idea what you're looking for. This feels like a total waste of time."

Hearing her displeasure, Enoch replied, "Well, if you weren't so plain, maybe those dresses wouldn't look so drab on you."

"So, it's my fault? You're the one marrying this 'plain Jane,'" Drusilla rolled her eyes, too tired to argue, "I need a nap."

She was exhausted and had been looking forward to some sleep. The car ride seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Enoch let her be, his attention returning to his tablet.

After a while, he felt Drusilla leaning against his shoulder.

He thought, "Wow, she's really stepping up her game."

Enoch was about to push her away, but for some reason, he stopped himself. Being so close, he could hear her gentle breathing.

Images of her in those bridal gowns, seemingly glowing, filled his mind. Now, with her breathing so close, he found his body reacting in ways he couldn't control.

"Mr. Taylor, we've arrived," announced Oberon, their driver.

The journey felt brief.

They had reached Drusilla's apartment building.

Hearing Oberon, Drusilla sat up, rubbed her eyes, and looked outside, saying, "I'll head off then. See you later."

Drusilla coldly responded, "What do you want?"

After the incident last night where Harlan tried to force her out of the Taylor family, only to be reprimanded by Enoch, she hadn't expected Harlan's mother to confront her so soon.

Drusilla wanted nothing to do with their family, yet they seemed determined to torment her.

Saskia complained, "Look at what your son did to my hand!"

Thinking back to yesterday's events, Drusilla retorted, "My son is still nursing his injuries. I didn't go to the Stanton residence to complain, yet here you are, causing trouble."

It was the classic case of the pot calling the kettle black.

Saskia accused, "You shameless woman, look what you've taught your son! That little brat is nothing but trouble! He's going to grow up to be just like you, a menace to society!"