Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1410

"Was there an accident? How did your car end up in the river?" Jenson asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Germaine cleared her throat, her expression shifting to seriousness. "An elderly lady suddenly dashed into the road, and I had to swerve to avoid her."

"I see." Jenson nodded, but then a thought struck him. "But Innovatech Park isn't in that direction, is it?"

Germaine fidgeted with her sunglasses, clearly flustered. She shot him a sidelong glance and leaned in closer, a playful smile creeping onto her face.

Before Jenson knew it, she had pinned him against the wall. His Adam's apple bobbed nervously as he found himself pressed against the surface, uncertain of what to do. "M-Ms. Lloyd, what are you doing?"

Germaine propped one hand against the wall, using the other to remove her sunglasses, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I'm punishing you. If it weren't for you making me flustered, I wouldn't have miscalculated the directions and ended up in the river. So, tell me, isn't this all your fault?"

Jenson swallowed hard, his gaze darting away. "I suppose… I was wrong."

Germaine nearly burst into laughter but held it back. She raised her other hand and playfully brushed her fingers along his chin. "Don't be nervous; I won't do anything to you. Now, where's your company? Show me the way."

Jenson's ears felt like they were on fire. As he tried to sidestep her, Germaine's hand blocked his path. He tentatively raised his hand and nudged her wrist with his index finger.

With a smile, Germaine finally withdrew her hand and followed him toward the company.

…

That evening, Taylor strolled into Helen's house, whistling as he took in his surroundings.

Abigail leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart. "Really? Are you absolutely sure about that?"

Taylor's expression wavered, and he eventually turned away. "Whatever it is, it's none of your business!"

Though he admired Helen, it wasn't the kind of affection that involved love. To him, she was like a heavenly being; just watching her from afar was enough.

After all, what young man wouldn't feel a spark of attraction for someone like her?

Glaring at Abigail, Taylor snapped, "So, are you coming with me or not?"

"Whatever! Who's scared?" Abigail shot back, slamming her bowl onto the table. "Let's go!"