Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2035

Just as Jenson and Salome had resigned themselves to despair, the car suddenly swerved, grazing Salome's foot before tearing out of the parking lot with a defiant roar.

Jenson stood motionless for a moment, his eyes narrowing in confusion. The car had charged at them with such force, yet it had left without causing any harm. What was its real purpose?

A sharp gust of wind from the car's departure whipped across Salome's face, and only then did she realize she was still alive.

As she opened her eyes, the searing pain in her foot quickly spread throughout her body. She collapsed to the ground, clutching her foot and crying out in agony.

"My foot... it hurts so much!"

It felt as though the bones in her foot had shattered, the pain so intense it brought tears to her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Jenson asked, rushing to her side to check for injuries.

Seizing the moment, Salome exaggerated her pain. She looked up at Jenson with wide, tear-filled eyes, her voice quivering. "It hurts so much… I can't walk…"

Jenson felt a chill run down his spine, goosebumps prickling his skin. Back in the lobby, he had already sensed this woman could be trouble. Hearing her whiny tone only reinforced his impression.

Still, she had saved his life, and Jenson wasn't the type to be so heartless as to leave her behind without a second thought.

"I'll help you back," he said, gently assisting her to her feet.

After a brief moment, he suddenly remembered something. Without a word, he quickly released her and dashed toward the other side of the parking lot.

When he returned, he held a fresh case of bottled water, treating it with almost reverent care as he carefully wiped down the packaging.

After all, he couldn't forget his wife's needs.

Salome frowned, a flicker of irritation crossing her face. Did a few bottles of water really matter more than her, a woman as beautiful as she was?

Still, this was the closest she'd come to capturing Jenson's attention, so she kept her displeasure in check, letting it simmer quietly in her thoughts.

From a dim corner, Bryan flashed a knowing smile before quietly slipping away into the shadows.

She was sure Jenson would catch her, and once they were closer, she could play the helpless beauty and subtly hint at visiting his room. After all, what man could resist a beautiful woman in distress?

As expected, she soon felt her waist being lifted, followed by a strong pull into a warm embrace.

A satisfied smile curled on Salome's lips as she opened her eyes, expecting to see Jenson's face filled with concern and admiration. Instead, she was met with an unfamiliar, strikingly beautiful face.

"Excuse me. Who are you?" she thought, her heart skipping a beat.

She almost pulled away in shock but quickly composed herself, afraid that her reaction might reveal her true intentions in front of Jenson.

"Honey, you're here!"

The irritation that had been on Jenson's face melted away instantly, replaced by a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear.

Now, it was Salome's turn to feel a surge of frustration. Why was it that someone always seemed to swoop in and steal her man?