Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1708

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But who can blame me for wanting to marry you? My mom's always been so uptight. She didn't even approve of Helen at first! If I hadn't given her a little shock treatment, we'd probably be on the same path as her and Chandler!" Jenson said.

The thought of Chandler and Helen filled Jenson with a twinge of regret.

"Since you've been so dedicated, how about I make you breakfast? What do you want to eat?" Germaine asked.

Jenson's eyes sparkled as he leaned in to kiss her. "You!"

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After a long day, Germaine slept soundly until nightfall.

At 7:00 pm, Priscilla returned, her arms brimming with bags as she burst back into Jenson's home.

Just as Germaine was about to pour some tea, Priscilla kindly urged her to sit down on the sofa.

"Germaine, I got you some diamond jewelry! Take a look and let me know what you think. If it's not quite right, we can always have something custom-made. A wedding is a big deal, and we can't skimp on these details!"

Priscilla began unpacking her bags, carefully arranging each item on the coffee table for Germaine to browse.

"And here are some high-quality cosmetics. We women should definitely invest in our beauty! You can use these for now, and when they're running low, I'll make sure to get you more!

"Honestly, I'm easy to get along with. Once you marry my son, you won't have to worry about a thing. After the wedding, you two can live on your own, and there won't be any conflicts between us!"

As Priscilla rambled on, she suddenly noticed that Jenson was missing.

"Where's that rascal? Where did he go this time?"

She paused, a frown of concern crossing her face.

As soon as Priscilla got into the car, she dialed Chandler's number, her voice sharp with impatience. "You know which bar Jenson frequents, don't you?"

Once Chandler gave her the address, she hung up immediately, her face hardening with determination.

For the past seven years, Chandler had jumped from one relationship to another, each one ending more quickly than the last.

Priscilla had long since given up hope for him, now simply wishing he would find a quiet, stable life.

While she had come to accept Chandler's choices, her focus had entirely shifted to Jenson's future. She couldn't afford any more surprises from him.

At the bar, Jenson draped his arm around Taylor's shoulders, his words slurred from the alcohol. "What did I tell you? Happiness doesn't come easy; you have to fight for it. I told you to go after Abigail back then, but you didn't listen. Now you're regretting it, aren't you?"

Taylor raised the bottle to his lips and tipped it back, swallowing in silence.