Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1822

Abigail chose a sleek sidecar motorcycle from the garage, and with Taylor and Clover in tow, they headed out.

Their destination was a gathering of Blue Bay Shepherds. Before the motorcycle even came to a full stop, Clover jumped out eagerly, running straight toward the other dogs.

Watching Clover being so joyful warmed Abigail's heart. "It's been a while since I've seen her this happy…"

"Dogs and people are really alike," Taylor said thoughtfully. "If they're stuck inside too long, they need a change of scenery. Even though the Fitzgerald residence is massive, being the only Blue Bay Shepherd there must feel isolating. Everyone needs to get out and experience life now and then."

Abigail gave a faint smile but didn't respond. It was unclear whether she had truly taken his words to heart.

Noticing the fatigue in her eyes, Taylor gathered his courage and asked again, "Ms. Fitzgerald, are you truly ready to get married?"

"When the time comes, one must do what's expected," Abigail replied briskly, as if she had already accepted her fate. "My parents have given me everything. I can't keep them waiting."

Taylor's frustration flared. "There are other ways to honor your parents. Who says marriage is the only way? Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald are probably just concerned about you not having someone to take care of you. But if you're strong and capable, who would dare oppose you?"

Abigail chuckled lightly, shaking her head. "You sure know a lot for a dog sitter."

Realizing he'd overstepped, Taylor quickly reined himself in, striving to sound more measured. "I just think you're a good person, Ms. Fitzgerald. I don't want to see you sacrifice your own happiness.

"Your family's wealth and influence are undeniable, but relying on a future husband brings too many uncertainties. With your intelligence and capability, you're better off depending on yourself."

Despite Abigail's apparent contentment with Aiden, Taylor couldn't shake the unease he felt about him.

"Thank you," Abigail said, giving his shoulder a light pat. "I'll think about it."

With that, she jumped to her feet and ran toward the dogs. "Clover, Mommy's coming!"

Her carefree demeanor made it clear she hadn't taken his words to heart.

Taylor could only swallow his frustration and silently watch over her. Abigail's life was hers to live, and he had no right to interfere—nor could he.

"Wait outside," Aiden instructed, dismissing the housekeeper. He immediately began to search the room, his eyes scanning every corner.

The bed and desk were untouched, and the wardrobe contained only a few basic articles of clothing.

Nonetheless, Aiden's keen eyes quickly noticed something off. Hidden beneath the mattress was a stash of items.

A wig, climbing ropes, a stealth suit, and several electronic devices—things that eerily resembled what his team had uncovered during their investigation.

Aiden's face hardened as he held the wig, his gaze darkening with anger.

It seemed he had greatly underestimated Taylor. Taylor had been operating right under his nose all along.

Now that he knew, there would be no more leniency. His next steps would be merciless.