Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1418

Germaine seemed completely unaware of Jenson's presence as she approached the bar. Pouring herself a glass of red wine, she took a delicate sip, tilting her head back slightly.

Jenson's gaze followed the rich crimson liquid, tracing down her porcelain neck and lingering on the enticing curve of her chest. He swallowed hard, quickly tearing his eyes away.

Germaine caught his slip, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she lowered her gaze. "Did you forget everything from last night? Why the sudden shyness?" she teased, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

"Who's acting shy?" Jenson straightened his posture, trying to sound tough.

Germaine narrowed her eyes, giving him a playful once-over. "So, I guess this is your first time, isn't it?"

Jenson awkwardly averted his gaze, too flustered to respond.

"So it really is your first time!" Germaine exclaimed, bursting into laughter. "You're just too adorable…"

Jenson's ears flushed crimson with embarrassment, rendering him speechless. A blend of frustration and shame gradually clouded his expression.

Germaine finally spoke up, her tone frank. "I was just messing with you; nothing happened last night."

"Really?" Jenson relaxed immediately. "So, what happened to my clothes?"

"Room service took care of it," Germaine replied casually. "Honestly, with that scrawny body of yours, I wasn't interested in looking at you at all."

"Who are you calling scrawny?" Jenson shot back, suddenly pulling the curtains aside to reveal his upper body.

Germaine's breath hitched as she caught sight of his well-defined muscles, and she quickly turned away in surprise.

As he walked, he couldn't shake his thoughts about the situation.

He was younger than Germaine and didn't have her financial resources. Even in a simple game of darts, he felt completely outclassed; it seemed he couldn't hold a candle to her in any regard, which was deeply disheartening.

Before opening the door, Jenson cast one last glance at the bed, letting out a resigned sigh. He then opened the door and stepped outside, his head hung low in disappointment.

As the door clicked shut, Germaine finally emerged from under the blanket, exhaling several deep breaths of relief.

That was a close call; she was lucky Jenson was so easy to manipulate. If he ever realized she was all talk, she'd never be able to face anyone in public again.

Yet, there was something about him that was oddly charming.