The Masked Son-In-Law

Chapter Twenty-one

“You’re a fool just because Natalie put in some word doesn’t mean you have the right to go about as you like.” The woman wearing a red gown and a sun hat hanging beside her latched at Dylan.

Dylan's eyes shoot out widely, his thoughts and premises were shattered, only that the presence of Mr Bush made him feel uncomfortable he would have preferred his staying at home with house chores.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I thought getting familiar with the new environment will help me out.”

“Help you out?” Willow blurted.

“My foot! Natalie is someone I feel guilty towards. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stressed having an eyesore like you when I know you will do no good.”

Willow then turned to her side and whispered to herself. "This is an opportunity to get back at Natalie." A devilish smirk played on her lips.

Dylan glared down at her, if anything he was managing her for the time being how could she possibly think he would work in a place like this, not possible, the setting and everything were not up to