Chapter 1825

No woman could resist the helpless plea of someone who felt like an older brother, and Abigail was no exception. Once again, she found herself compromising. Beneath her tough, distant exterior, few knew just how soft her heart truly was. … The Fitzgerald residence was located in the suburbs, and Taylor was escorted out in a private car. To say he was "being driven" was an understatement—it was more like he was unceremoniously dumped off. Not long after leaving the estate, the driver casually stopped in the middle of an isolated forest park and tossed Taylor out of the car. Taylor muttered a curse under his breath as he stepped out. After only a few paces, the heel of his right shoe snapped off without warning. "Just my luck," he grumbled. "When it rains, it pours." He knocked the heel off the other shoe against a stone curb. With both shoes now ruined, he continued marching toward the city, his frustration mounting. If everything went according to plan, he'd cross paths with