Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1658

The man nodded slightly before leaning down to whisper, "Ivy, let's go home, okay?"

"Okay," Ivy replied, her head bobbing in a daze.

"We won't disturb you any longer," Kevin said, offering a brief farewell as he guided Ivy toward the car.

Just as Ivy was about to get inside, she suddenly jumped back out and ran over to Lincoln. She took off the necklace she had been wearing and placed it in his hands.

"Linc, don't forget about me. I promise I'll come back to find you someday!"

Before Lincoln could react, she quickly pecked him on the cheek and dashed away.

As the car slowly disappeared into the distance, Lincoln held the necklace in his hand, deep in thought. He continued to stare in the same direction long after the vehicle was out of sight.

Abigail couldn't resist the urge to tease him. "Oh dear, what's wrong, Linc? Are you already missing your little sweetheart?"

Lincoln snapped back to reality, a flicker of sadness crossing his eyes. Without saying a word, he turned and walked into the villa.

"Looks like he'll really miss her, huh?" Abigail said with a playful grin, nudging Helen with her elbow. "You'd better start planning their wedding!"

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On the first day of school, Lincoln and Sienna were both placed in Class F. Their first lesson was Cholonese literature, where they explored a poem.

For Sienna, it was an appropriate level of challenge, but for Lincoln, it was far too easy—he barely paid attention, discreetly working on his calculus instead.

Finally, the bell rang. Lincoln stretched, eager to take Sienna outside for some fresh air.

As he stood up, Lincoln noticed the chubby classmate in front of him sitting in an unusual position—one shoe off, with his foot propped up on the bench. He had both hands resting beside it, quietly mumbling to himself.

"Hey." Lincoln frowned. "What are you doing?"

Howard, however, was completely oblivious to Lincoln's annoyance. As he shifted in his seat, his gaze fell on the only item left on Lincoln's desk—his calculus textbook.

"Card points? I know all about that! My mom collects points every time she goes for a beauty treatment, and when she has enough, she can trade them for gifts!"

"Do you even know how to read?" a boy with glasses interjected as he walked over. "This is calculus. It's way more complicated than just regular points!"

"I see." Howard nodded, looking genuinely convinced.

"Just shut up!" Lincoln snapped, slamming his book back into his drawer. "Do you all have mush for brains?"

"You sound just like my dad," Howard said with a cheerful grin, completely unfazed. "He always says my head's full of water."

"Your dad's insulting you, you know," the boy with glasses added, speaking matter-of-factly.