Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1039

Given the Cunningham family's immense wealth, it was unthinkable for them to use something as ordinary as an electronic scent diffuser. It felt entirely out of place in their opulent surroundings.

This diffuser must be the culprit.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Helen stepped out. Her gown was clean and dry, but a few stray hairs had fallen across her forehead, giving her a slightly disheveled look.

"Are you alright?" Otto asked as he approached her.

"I'm not dead," Helen replied curtly.

Otto's concern deepened as he frowned. "It looks like the scent diffuser was tampered with. Considering your reaction earlier, you must have been quite uncomfortable. It would be best to get a check-up at the hospital."

"That won't be necessary," Helen replied sharply. Realizing her tone might have come across as too harsh, she softened it and added, "I trust my own judgment more than any doctor's."

Helen's first thought at Otto's suggestion was the inappropriate impulses she'd experienced during the hallucination. She couldn't risk a doctor uncovering them.

After a moment's pause, she looked at Otto, noting his calm and collected demeanor. "Aren't you affected?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" Otto responded, clearly puzzled.

Helen clicked her tongue in frustration. "When you saw me just now, didn't I remind you of anyone?"

"You're just you," Otto replied, his gaze steady on her. "When I see you, why would I think of anyone else?"

He carefully omitted the fact that he had felt a momentary desire toward her. He didn't want to admit it, worried she might think he was a pervert.

Despite their recent intimate encounter, Otto was mindful not to appear overly fixated on her. After all, he loved her for who she was, not merely for her physical attributes.

As Otto's words tapered off, Helen stared at him, momentarily absorbed in thought. Her heart, which had recently settled, started pounding uncontrollably once more. This time, she made no attempt to restrain it.

Otto's words indicated that she was the one he valued most.

Helios was unattractive and gaunt, almost looking sickly. After he confessed his feelings to Fiona, she had Johnny transfer him to a store in the northern part of the city, putting as much distance between them as possible.

Still, Fiona knew that Helios' ambition was far from diminished.

"Hey, Helios," Fiona said, approaching him as he stood there, half-drunk.

"Na-Nana," Helios stammered, straightening up and stumbling over his words. "W-What brings you here? Oh, right, happy birthday!"

He bore down on Fiona with a hungry, intense gaze, his eyes fixed on her face like a predator zeroing in on its prey, leaving her feeling unsettled.

Helios was average-looking to start with, but lately, his face had broken out in acne, making him even less pleasant to look at.

"Thanks, Helios," Fiona said, masking her revulsion with a strained smile.

"Is there anything you need, Nana?" Helios asked, his drunkenness growing more pronounced with each drink. As he gazed at her, a restless desire began to stir within him.