Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1891

Abigail chased the man until the edge of a cliff, where both of them stopped. Ahead of them was the cliff, and falling down would mean a gruesome death. The man had nowhere to retreat now.

Standing at the edge and looking down, the man turned around and panted as he argued with Abigail. "You're a lady; why do you have such a bad temper? I just had a glance. Everyone is seen naked when they are born. Don't be so petty."

Abigail held up a fist and said, "Let's see if you still dare to talk trash like this when I beat you up."

"Alright, hit me then. Anyway, I won't lay a finger on women." The man held up his head and extended his neck, looking resigned.

That would be meaningless. Although Abigail wasn't opposed to hitting men, she wouldn't bully those who couldn't fight back.

After a moment of hesitation, she shifted her attention to the man's bag. He picked up the bag on the way, and it was because of this bag that Abigail had almost caught him half an hour ago.

He didn't forget to take it even while he was escaping, so the things inside must be very important to him.

"What's in the bag? Hand it over, and I'll let you go." Abigail decided to compromise.

"This?" The man tilted his head to glance at the bag behind him. "I'm sorry, but it is personal, and I can't show it.

"However, your figure is different. Based on my observation, you could pass for a model, so you should show it off. Don't dress like a tomboy; it hides your best features. Beauty is meant to be appreciated by others."

"I'll tear off your mouth if you dare to talk nonsense again." Abigail was once again provoked and lost her patience. "Forget it. Just say your last words."

The man let out a sad sigh, suddenly becoming gloomy and downcast. "I was planning to make more money while I was still young, so I could go back to treat my sick sister. Since you refuse to forgive me, I can only end myself to atone for my sins."

As night fell, darkness enveloped the entire Miravell.

Germaine, wrapped in a towel, had just come out from the bathroom when the doorbell rang. She quickly grabbed some clothes, put them on, and walked over to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Jenson rushed in, held her face, and kissed her passionately. As he kissed her, he pushed her inside. Germaine wanted to say something, but Jenson gave her no chance to speak.

It wasn't until she was pressed against the wall that untimely coughs rang out from the side.

Jenson instantly regained his senses when he heard the sound. He paused and turned, only to see his mother-in-law sitting on the sofa and flipping through the channels with the remote control.

He quickly lowered his head in embarrassment, wishing to hide in a hole. Germaine stifled a laugh and quickly gave her mother a look.