Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1837

Watching Aiden lift Abigail into the car, Taylor felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. He released the accelerator, allowing the car to come to a stop.

They looked so perfect together—like a prince and princess, destined to save each other.

Meanwhile, Taylor felt like an unnecessary knight, always a step behind.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye without him even noticing. He let out a bitter smile, wiping it away as though that could erase everything. Nonetheless, his heart refused to obey him.

If only he had met Abigail sooner, maybe things could have ended differently. Yet, deep down, he realized how unreliable he had been.

When she needed love, he realized it too late. When she needed protection, he was too late again.

A single step too late was a step too late forever. It seemed as though everything had been written in the stars, a soft murmur of fate that left no space for doubt.

Suddenly, Taylor's phone vibrated in his pocket, its persistent buzzing snapping him out of his thoughts. Without thinking, he answered the call, pressing the phone to his ear as he watched Aiden's car fade into the distance.

"It's me. Did you find the medicine?" Lucy's voice came through the receiver.

"I did, but I think it's too late." He wasn't sure if he was talking about the medicine or Abigail.

"It's not too late. I'll wait for you," Lucy said, her tone full of understanding.

Taylor exhaled sharply, trying to steady his thoughts. "I'll be there soon."

As he drove back, he called Chandler and Helen, telling them they didn't need to come.

After hanging up, Helen's face twisted in confusion. "He said we don't need to go. Someone's already looking after Abigail."

"Thank you," she whispered, her cheeks flushed.

Taylor hesitated briefly but quickly brushed it off, thinking it was just a polite gesture. After all, people from diverse cultures often tended to express themselves more openly.

Nonetheless, what Taylor didn't realize was that Lucy was a Cholonese woman who deeply cherished her heritage in Choloot Town.

For her, a kiss was more than just an expression of gratitude—it was a silent affirmation of a deeper connection between them.

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In the parking lot of the Miravell InterContinental Hotel, Freya and Alice sat in the back of a sleek MPV. One was poised and commanding, the other captivating and irresistible—each exuding her own unique charm.

"I've sorted everything out, so don't mess it up like you did last time!"