Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1597

The girl's hair was messy. Her face and hands were so dirty that Lincoln couldn't bear to look at them. However, her eyes were wide, like a frightened deer.

"Please don't hit me!" she cried out. The girl was terrified and her lips quivered before she started crying.

Lincoln was stunned and anxiously paced back and forth. He said, "Don't cry! I didn't do anything! I'm sorry, okay? Please don't cry."

The girl paused for a moment and opened her eyes to look at him. However, she cried even louder.

Lincoln took a deep breath, scratching his head and feeling anxious. He couldn't stand it when girls cried. His mom had taught him that a real man shouldn't bully girls.

He had always kept that in mind and treated girls politely.

However, this little girl wasn't playing by the rules at all! He hadn't even done anything, and she was already crying. This made her feel restless.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Lincoln's mind and he ran off. When he came back, he was holding a freshly made molten chocolate cake.

By now, the girl was crying and calling for her mom at the same time. Seeing how hard she was crying, Lincoln suddenly found it amusing.

After watching her with great interest for a moment, he scooped up a piece of the cake and stuffed it into her open mouth.

Her cries were interrupted and she stopped crying immediately. The girl blinked in confusion but then tasted the rich chocolate. She quickly got lost in the sweetness.

She pressed her lips tightly together, afraid that the cake would fall out. Even while doing so, she didn't forget to sniffle.

Lincoln let out a long sigh. As expected, all the girls were the same; they all loved sweets whether they were girls from home or abroad.

"Here, take it." Lincoln handed over the remaining chocolate cake. "You're lucky. I made this myself. Only my mom and sister have tried it before. You're the third person to try."

He asked seriously, "What's your name? Where do you live?"

"I'm Ivy," the girl replied. "I don't have a home. My mommy and daddy are both dead. It's just me."

Ivy? That was a cute name.

Lincoln shook his head, quickly shaking his thoughts away and returning to his serious "manly" self.

"I am Lincoln Terzian, but you can call me Linc. If you want to eat more chocolate cake, then follow me. I'll feed you and give you a place to live. Do you want to?"

Ivy frowned. "But I'm a girl."