Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1573

Helen had no idea how long this charade would last, nor could she bear the thought of making Chandler wait indefinitely.

Chandler stood frozen, not turning to look at her.

After a brief moment, he suddenly turned and hurried back to her. He gently cradled Helen's face in his hands before kissing her fervently.

A tear traced her lips, stirring a bittersweet ache within her as she instinctively kissed him back.

At that moment, it felt like the world was coming to an end.

But wasn't it, in a way?

The person she loved most was right there, yet impossibly distant, and each passing day felt like a countdown to something inevitable.

This kiss was a poignant mix of pain and longing.

It wasn't until they were both on the verge of tears that Chandler finally pulled away. His forehead rested against hers as he gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. "You'll never be able to shake me off in this lifetime," he said firmly.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Helen leaned in and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "Promise me you'll stay safe."

"I promise," Chandler reassured her, tenderly running his fingers through her hair.

After a few quiet moments together, he turned and vanished into the night.

…

Two days later, Taylor walked into the club with takeout in hand, hoping to make amends with Abigail. "Hey, I brought some five-star hotel food—meat, veggies, and dessert. Want to share?"

Abigail glanced up at him without saying a word. She climbed out of the repair pit, removed her gloves, and reached for the food.

"What's dangerous about it?" Abigail chimed in. "Last time, we had a whole crowd, and we still managed to scare them off. I'm not as timid as you think."

"Is this really about bravery?" Taylor shot back, clearly frustrated. "You don't understand. These situations can't be resolved by just taking a few photos. If you get caught, there's no guarantee you'll make it back in one piece."

"If everyone just hid in fear, there'd be no justice in this world," Abigail replied, tossing her gloves at him and patting his shoulder. "Just wait—we'll hit the front page and probably win the Good Citizen Award!"

"Come on, Mr. Rhett, we should get moving," she added.

"What about the match we planned to watch together?" Taylor asked, his frustration mounting.

They had arranged this days ago, and he had cleared his schedule just for it. Who knew when they'd have another chance like this?

"Didn't you mention that you have tons of friends? Just find someone else to go with you," Abigail retorted, her eyes narrowing. "If I'm not your only option, then why can't I have my own?"