Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1484

Taylor strolled into the motor vehicle club, holding an exquisitely packaged lunch box. He tapped on the car frame that was being modified.

Abigail's head emerged from beneath the vehicle. "You're here early."

"I couldn't wait to check on my new girlfriend's progress," Taylor replied with a playful grin.

As Abigail crawled out, she said, "The interior is fully equipped with top-of-the-line parts. It'll be ready to hit the road in half a day."

"Wow—" Taylor exclaimed, giving her a thumbs-up. "Whoever marries you is one lucky person!"

Abigail didn't reply to his teasing. Instead, she grabbed the lunchbox and placed it on a nearby table, ready to dig in. "I'm starving—"

"Wait!" Taylor swatted her hand away, covering the food.

"What are you doing?" Abigail shouted. She was ravenous—anyone who got in her way was in for it.

With a weary sigh, Taylor slid into the chair next to her. He reached for a pack of wet wipes, pulled one out, and gently took Abigail's hand, wiping it clean.

"Right now, you're my ace mechanic. If you get sick, who's going to cover for you?"

While he wiped, he noticed a smudge on Abigail's face. Without thinking, he grabbed another wipe and leaned in, gently pressing it against her skin.

"As a woman, it's important to stay clean," he murmured. "When you're working on cars this afternoon, try not to get your face dirty again."

Taylor's voice was barely above a whisper, his movements gentle and deliberate, like a warm breeze softly brushing against Abigail's face.

Before long, she felt her cheeks heating up.

Noticing her reaction, Taylor's eyes widened. "I've noticed your face tends to turn red easily. Do you have sensitive capillaries or something? Maybe you should try some makeup to help with that."

For some reason, Abigail felt compelled to click on the link.

"She hails from a prestigious family, an elegant young lady rich in literary knowledge. Destined for a life of success, she fell in love, unaware that it would lead her into a bottomless abyss…"

Almost instantly, Abigail found herself drawn in by the bold and captivating writing style, losing track of everything around her.

"Hey!" Taylor leaned over, intrigued. "What's got you so hooked? Let me see!"

"Can't you just search for it yourself?" Abigail replied, settling back at the table. She deftly picked up her fork and popped a piece of meat into her mouth while continuing to read.

Feeling frustrated, Taylor pulled out his phone and shot back, "Fine, I'll look it up. What's so special about a cheesy storyline, anyway?"

With that, the two of them spent the entire afternoon absorbed in the narrative together.