Chapter 1674

Jenson was at a loss for words. He draped his arm around Taylor's shoulder and said earnestly, "I thought we were cut from the same cloth, but I've got to give it to you—you're the real romantic. Me? I'm just a lovesick fool." "Alright, then!" Taylor nodded. "I'm throwing caution to the wind today—let's have another round!" "Bartender, more drinks, please!" … At the Terzian residence, Helen was finishing up as she tucked Abigail into bed. Just as she was about to head for a shower, she passed through the living room. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Lincoln standing by the door, peering through the crack. She walked over and nudged the door open slightly, her voice barely a whisper. "Sweetheart, are you looking for me?" Lincoln glanced up at her and gave a serious nod. Not wanting to wake Abigail, Helen quietly closed the door and led Lincoln back to his room. "Alright," she said, crouching down with a gentle smile. "Now's your chance to ask anything. Whatever you're