Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1944

"This is obviously slander." Chandler raised his three fingers with a serious expression. "Honey, you're the only one in my heart all along."

After their reunion, Chandler had mastered the skill of flirting with his wife, and he could sweet-talk effortlessly.

"I'll spare you this time." Helen didn't really intend to pick on him. "Let's go get something to eat." It was proven that women of all ages liked to hear nice things.

"What would you like to eat?" Chandler asked patiently.

"Hmm… how about stew? It's cold today, and eating stew can warm us up." Helen suggested.

"Alright, it'll be better to eat it with more people. I'll invite a few people over." Chandler began to make phone calls again.

In the end, Chandler, Helen, Jenson, Germaine, and Abigail sat in the restaurant.

Jenson and Germaine, who had been apart for a while, ignored others and acted affectionately, giving Helen goosebumps.

"Hey, can you two stop being so mushy?" she complained and then turned to ask Abigail, "Where is Tay-Tay? Didn't we ask you two to come together?"

Abigail was about to answer when Kingsley strode in. "How could you have stew without me? Mr. Newton, you guys are too much." As Kingsley spoke, he pulled out a chair next to Abigail and sat down.

"It seems like someone is a dog, coming over as soon as he smells food." Abigail purposely mocked him.

Kingsley glanced at her but didn't respond. He picked up the cutlery and began to eat.

Jenson casually turned and saw them both wearing monochromatic tops, so he jokingly teased, "When did you two become so in sync that you're even wearing matching tops?"

At first, Helen and the others didn't think so, but it really did seem like that once he mentioned it.

Without waiting for her to retort, he continued to nag. "You have a short temper, and it's bad for your health. People live for themselves and not for others.

"Paying too much attention to the outside world can easily harm you. You need to learn to stay calm like me. I just don't get involved in things that don't concern me, and I live a much more relaxed life."

Surprisingly, Abigail didn't refute. This scoundrel may seem unreliable, but what he said wasn't entirely nonsense. His evaluation of her was quite accurate.

Everyone at the table exchanged glances and was surprised that the two had made up just like that. However, they obviously thought too simply.

Just as the atmosphere had finally eased, Kingsley shamelessly reached for Abigail's fork and said, "Your mouth touched my fork just now, so you take mine, and I'll use yours. Let's not exchange saliva, hehe."

"Damn you!"