Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1902

"Does that mean we can—"

Before Taylor could finish talking, Abigail swiftly swatted his hand away. She slipped out of his embrace and pushed him toward the bathroom. With a firm slam of the door, she called out, "Go take a shower first!"

"Hey!"

Taylor knocked twice on the door in protest, but after a moment, he gave in and went to take his shower.

He had hoped that once he finished, he'd finally get to hold Abigail in his arms. But as soon as he stepped out, Abigail walked straight into the bathroom.

While men could finish showering in just a couple of minutes, women, on the other hand, could easily take up to two hours.

Left to his own devices, Taylor opened a bottle of wine and settled on the sofa, sipping as he waited. Just then, his eyes landed on the jacket he had tossed over the couch earlier.

Setting his wine glass aside, he got up and walked over. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out the small vial of medicine Sienna had given him. Holding it up to the light, he examined it closely.

"It's not even one teaspoon," he muttered to himself.

Sienna had claimed it would help with having children, which could only mean it was intended to boost his sexual performance.

This was something only insecure men would use. At the prime of his life, Taylor had full confidence in his abilities. With a dismissive scoff, he tucked the vial back into his jacket pocket.

As he turned to pick up his wine again, he paused mid-step, his gaze returning to his pocket.

He'd heard rumors that things didn't always go perfectly for a man's first time. He and Abigail had finally come together, and if the experience turned out to be disappointing, it could leave a lasting impression that might affect their relationship.

How could he ever live that down?

Plus, both of them were fiercely competitive. If he messed up tonight, Abigail would probably never let him hear the end of it.

A man could take a lot of ridicule, but this was one thing that could never be joked about.

With that thought, Taylor turned back and grabbed the vial once more. "Well, here goes nothing. There's no way I'm embarrassing myself tonight!"

Without hesitation, he downed the entire vial in one go. After tossing the empty vial into the trash, he leaped onto the bed, determined to prove himself.

Less than 30 seconds later, Taylor's eyelids began to droop.

After 15 minutes, the bathroom door opened.

Abigail stepped out, clad in nothing but an oversized men's shirt. Seeing that Taylor wasn't in the living room, she assumed he must have already gone to the bedroom.

A faint smile appeared on her lips as she walked toward the bedroom. But when she reached the bedside, she was surprised to find Taylor already fast asleep. Her excitement deflated instantly, and she couldn't help but chuckle in resignation.

Couldn't this fool be dependable just once?

Despite her frustration, it was the first time she was alone with him in such an intimate setting, and she couldn't help but appreciate the moment.

She changed into her clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gently brushing over Taylor's thick eyebrows. Her hand traced the strong contours of his face, savoring the feel of his features.

It was only then that it hit her—Taylor was actually quite handsome.

While he might not have Chandler's striking presence, he was still one in a million. All these years, she had focused so much on his mischievous side that she had completely overlooked how attractive he truly was.

It seemed she had gotten lucky after all.

As she stared at Taylor, Abigail felt a sudden surge of irritation. Her movements grew more forceful.

"This idiot just won't wake up. What a buzzkill," she thought to herself.

At that moment, her mischievous side took over. Without hesitation, she tossed back the covers and adjusted Taylor's arm. She then jumped onto the bed, using his arm as a makeshift pillow.

"Mr. Gallagher, how would you like the body to be handled?" the doctor asked.

"Follow the standard procedure," Aiden replied absently, his mind already drifting elsewhere.

He gave a few half-hearted responses before leaving the hospital, the will clutched in his hand.

That afternoon, Aiden convened a board meeting and took his seat at the chairman's desk. By the end of the day, he had transferred a third of the Hunt family's assets into his overseas accounts.

For the moment, Aiden was on top of the world, savoring his victory. What he didn't notice, however, was the sudden silence from the head of his IT department.

As the days flew by, the long-awaited day of the Fitzgerald family's engagement banquet finally arrived.

Aiden stepped out in a custom-tailored suit, impeccably polished from head to toe. He slid into his Rolls-Royce and arrived at the Fitzgerald residence half an hour ahead of schedule.

When he arrived, the estate was already buzzing with guests. The moment the Rolls-Royce entered the grounds, it immediately captured everyone's attention.

Aiden stepped out of the car, pausing briefly to adjust the final button of his suit. The crowd became more animated, with some guests pointing and whispering, clearly intrigued by his presence.

He was well aware that the whispers and stares were fueled by jealousy, but he couldn't care less. With all eyes on him, he walked confidently through the crowd, crossing beneath the archway and heading toward the villa entrance.

As he reached the stairs, his gaze landed on a nearby poster. To his shock, the groom pictured with Abigail wasn't him—it was Taylor.

Aiden's jaw clenched, and his eyes flashed with rage.

It was obvious now—this had to be Taylor's doing.

What were the staff thinking? How could they let such an obvious mistake slip through?

Aiden grabbed the poster frame and stormed inside, his anger barely contained.