Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1815

"I object!" Sienna protested, her voice filled with defiance.

"Objection overruled!" Helen responded sharply, brushing her off without hesitation.

"Hmph!" Helen and Sienna crossed their arms simultaneously, both looking like sulking dolls.

Meanwhile, Chandler and Lincoln watched the scene unfold, their eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Honey," Chandler suddenly called out.

"What?" Helen turned, only to find Chandler leaning in to kiss her.

Surprised, she tried to push him away, but the couch was too slick, and she ended up pinned beneath him instead. Her ears turned red as she lightly pounded her fists against his chest.

"What is he doing? The kids are right here!" she thought.

"This is amazing! I'm going to have a little sister!" Sienna cheered, clapping her hands excitedly from the sidelines.

She distinctly remembered the last time Lincoln had explained that this was how adults express affection. She had taken his words to heart, convinced that the more affection they showed, the sooner her little sister would arrive.

And so, they found themselves in a rather awkward scene—Chandler teasing Helen while their daughter cheered joyfully nearby.

Thankfully, Lincoln knew better. He quickly swooped in, lifting Sienna and carrying her out of the room. On his way out, he made sure to close the door softly behind him.

Once the door clicked shut, Chandler became more daring. Familiar with Helen's body, he effortlessly lowered her guard.

Taylor lowered his head, absentmindedly twirling the rope in his hand, his expression reflecting a quiet melancholy. Glancing at Clover's sad eyes, he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

What had defeated him wasn't Aiden's charm or Abigail's unwavering patience—it was his own endless hesitation. In the end, he had no one to blame but himself.

After a long silence, Taylor snapped back to reality, impatience flashing across his face as he tugged the leash. "Come on, Clover. Let's head back."

Now fully trained, Clover had grown deeply attached to Taylor. At the sound of his command, the dog eagerly obeyed, wagging its tail and rushing ahead.

Once inside Clover's room, Taylor made sure the dog had something to eat before sitting down beside its small bed. Leaning against it, he spoke softly, as if the dog might understand.

"I've taken care of your illness, so now it's your turn to look after her, okay?"