Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1765

"I can only hope my daughter isn't a coward who only knows how to run away."

With those words, Dominic turned and walked away without a backward glance.

Abigail opened her mouth to explain, but the words caught in her throat. With a heavy sigh, she climbed out of bed.

20 minutes later, she made her way down the staircase. At the top, she noticed that Dominic and Connie had already departed.

The only person in the living room was a man in a gray suit, sitting on the couch, looking as if he had been waiting for quite a while.

Reluctantly, Abigail descended the stairs and approached him from behind the sofa. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said with a polite smile.

Her gaze darted nervously around the room, deliberately avoiding his eyes.

"Gail, do you remember me?"

The familiar nickname jolted Abigail's memory. She looked up, her eyes widening in recognition. "Aiden? Is that really you?"

Aiden Gallagher was the son of a family friend and eight years older than her. He had taken her on many adventurous outings during their childhood, but they had lost touch after he moved abroad.

Since then, he had matured impressively, radiating a charm that came with adulthood. His athletic build and impressive height only added to his allure, making him even more captivating than she recalled.

"Isn't this supposed to be a setup with someone from BJ Group?" Abigail asked.

"Don't you remember? The CEO's wife is my aunt. I'm here on behalf of my cousin," he explained gently.

"So… does this count as your blind date or your cousin's?" Abigail asked, her tension easing as a playful attitude emerged.

"That's not important. What matters is that neither my cousin nor I are looking for an arranged marriage. I believe marriage should be based on love, so you don't need to stress about making excuses to avoid us," Aiden said with a smile.

"Really?" Abigail replied, her face lighting up with joy.

They returned to the Fitzgerald residence only as night fell. As they walked in, they found Dominic sitting on the sofa. Abigail greeted him cheerfully, her smile bright. "Good evening, Dad!"

"Hey there, Mr. Fitzgerald," Aiden added respectfully, nodding slightly.

"Hello," Dominic replied, acknowledging them both. "Did you have a good time?"

"Absolutely!" Abigail chimed in eagerly. "Dad, you should let Aiden come over more often. That way, you and Mom won't have to worry about me being depressed anymore!

"Anyway, I need to go upstairs and take a shower. Goodnight, Dad! Goodnight, Aiden!"

With her carefree spirit on full display, Abigail dashed up the stairs, leaving Dominic and Aiden exchanging bemused glances.

"It looks like you and Abigail get along well," Dominic said, breaking the ice.

"Yes," Aiden replied without hesitation. "Abigail and I practically grew up together. I know her temperament and how to make her happy."