Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1986

"Who said you could leave?"

Kingsley crossed his arms, a calculative smirk on his face. "You seem to have gotten the wrong idea. You're my maid right now, so you can only leave when I say so."

Abigail froze mid-step. Clenching her fists tightly, she shut her eyes in frustration. She took a moment to calm herself down, exhaling deeply.

If she left now, she'd definitely be labeled as a sore loser. How would she show her face then?

After some mental prep, she turned around with a fake smile and asked sweetly, "All right, then. Mr. Godfrey, what would you like me to do next?"

Pleased, Kingsley nudged his chin toward the bathroom. "Wash the shirt I wore yesterday. Remember, it's expensive and needs to be hand-washed. You can forget clocking out until it's spotless."

"Fine!"

Grabbing his shirt and a tub, Abigail plopped herself down by the marble in the courtyard and started scrubbing.

Kingsley, determined to provoke her further, dragged a chair over. He sat back and basked in the sun smugly. "It sure feels great to have a maid around!"

Abigail scrubbed furiously, cursing him silently. "You piece of shit! All you know is how to play dirty. Just you wait till I get my hands on you, I'll tear you to shreds–"

There was a loud rip as she accidentally tore the shirt.

"What was that?" Kingsley spun to see Abigail grinning sheepishly, the ruined shirt in hand.

"My shirt!" He rushed over to snatch it back. "This was my favorite white shirt!"

His breathing turned labored from anger.

"Sorry. I'll pay you back." Abigail admitted, "I'm not used to doing this. Normally, I either get my maids or hire some help to take care of these things."

Kingsley took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Forget it. I'll do my own laundry from now on. Just don't touch my things again."

"Okay."

Kingsley shook his head and began cleaning his shirt himself. He was somewhat amused that he still had to do chores despite having a maid.

An hour later, Abigail finally managed to make some decent-looking Jaspenian food.

Frankly, it was just simple fish rolls.

All she had to do was lay down the ingredients on a sheet of seaweed and top it off with some finely sliced raw fish from the fridge, and voila!

Abigail snapped a photo and was about to call Kingsley but hesitated.

Something felt off. Knowing how cunning he was, she found it hard to believe that he would forgo this opportunity to torment her and shorten the punishment time instead.

This must be a trap!

She was almost certain that he was going to pretend nothing happened after she did his bidding for one week. After all, it sounded exactly like something he would do.