Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1907

As the night deepened, Taylor was carried back to the bedroom after indulging in a bit too much to drink.

Noticing his slightly dazed state, Abigail approached to help him out of his jacket, hoping to make him more comfortable.

Just as she reached out, Taylor's eyes snapped open, and he caught her wrist. His gaze was sharp and intense, like embers igniting into flames.

"Were you pretending to be drunk?" Abigail asked, genuinely startled.

Taylor smirked confidently. "I've been navigating the business world for years. Plenty of people have tried to get me drunk, thinking they could outsmart me. Do they really think I'm that easy?"

"Well, aren't you impressive," Abigail teased. "But on our first night together, you passed out cold. Honestly, I think you're just full of hot air."

For a man like Taylor, there were many things he could brush off, but this wasn't one of them.

"Full of hot air?" Taylor echoed. "Is that really what you think?"

He grabbed Abigail's wrist and pushed her onto the sofa. "Let me show you just how capable I am."

Abigail laughed softly as she struggled, realizing she couldn't push him away. Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them. "So, are you planning to use force?"

Completely unaware of the threat, Taylor assumed she was playing along. Instead of pulling back, he moved in closer, his face lowering to hers. "Last time was a mistake. This time, I'll show you what a real man is like."

Abigail smiled mischievously. "Well then, I'm eager to see if you have what it takes."

From the very first day they met, they'd been locked in competition, and even now, neither could back down. Whoever gave in first would be the one to lose.

Spurred on by the alcohol, Taylor pressed forward, determined to prove himself. He buried his face in Abigail's neck, ready to claim dominance.

But in the next moment, a sharp gasp escaped him, and he crumpled to his knees, clutching his stomach in agony.

Abigail smirked, satisfied with how effortlessly her plan had unfolded. She had only used 30% of her strength, but it was more than enough to outmaneuver an unprepared Taylor.

This was entirely his own doing. If he was bold enough to use force, she wasn't afraid to respond in kind. It was a simple test of resilience—a challenge to see who could hold their ground.

For Abigail, there was one unbreakable rule: Never back down.

Taylor's face flushed with embarrassment. "Are you serious right now?"

"Why not?" Abigail replied, exuding the charm of a mischievous troublemaker.

Taylor gritted his teeth, frustration rising once more. His competitive spirit flared as he lunged at her, but Abigail was quicker. With a sharp kick, she knocked him to the ground.

Taylor was taken aback, staring up at Abigail in disbelief as she revealed this unexpected side of herself. He felt a nervous lump form in his throat.

The fire in her eyes and the way she moved made her seem like a complete rebel.

…

The day after the engagement party, Germaine took the rare initiative and invited Helen to go shopping together.

Helen paused, taken aback. "Wait, I'm not sure I understood you correctly. Are you saying that marriage doesn't require loyalty?" she asked, feeling as though her entire perspective on relationships was being challenged.

"Loyalty's important," Germaine replied, "but I was raised with more liberal views. I don't care much about things like chastity. Sure, I'm angry, but it's temporary—I don't really have a bad temper."

As Germaine spoke, she displayed a foreign flair, frequently using exaggerated gestures that conveyed whimsical, free-spirited energy. However, the logic behind her words was somewhat disconnected and lacked clarity.

Helen tried to stay focused on the main issue. "So, what's your plan? If you're not angry, are you still going to marry him?"

"Of course, I'm going through with the wedding," Germaine replied without hesitation. "But let's make one thing clear—cheating is a major violation. I'll give him the cold shoulder for a few days.

"If he can't control himself after we're married, then I'll be truly heartbroken. Consider it a little 'husband training,' I guess."

Helen couldn't help but shake her head. "Are you sure you're trying to control him and not the other way around? You're already distracted—what's going to happen in a few days?"

Germaine grinned wryly. "Come on, don't you know what being a 'girl's girl' means? Why are you teasing me?"

"Alright, my bad. Since you're stuck at home alone, I'll cover the bill today. Go ahead and pick out whatever you want."

"Well, since you said so, I won't hold back."

For a woman, there was nothing quite as satisfying as a shopping spree, and it was even more thrilling when someone else was picking up the tab.

With Helen covering the expenses, Germaine's mood lifted instantly, and they dove into a full-on shopping frenzy. By the time they finally took a break, there wasn't a single seat large enough to hold all their shopping bags.