Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1062

Helen walked up to the car, her hand reaching for the door handle. But just before she opened it, she paused, struck by a sudden realization.

After a moment of reflection, she dropped the keys onto the passenger seat, firmly shut the door, and strode toward the neighborhood entrance.

From inside the villa, Otto watched her silhouette fade into the distance, his dark, enigmatic eyes revealing a swirl of emotions.

"Helen, do whatever you need to," he thought. "With me backing you, you have nothing to worry about."

Outside the gated community, Helen decided to wait before hailing a cab. Instead, she strolled along the sidewalk, savoring the rare moment of solitude.

This unhurried time alone gave her the perfect opportunity to reflect.

As she mulled over various concerns—how to draw out her enemies, Chandler, the Cunningham family—she suddenly realized that each was intricately connected to Otto.

Helen stopped in her tracks, taking a few moments to fully absorb the situation. Without her realizing it, Otto had subtly carved a place in her heart.

Despite her attempts to resist this truth, her efforts had been in vain.

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After stepping out of the cab, Helen walked straight into Chandler's house. Although he wasn't around, Jenson was there to meet her.

"Helen!" Jenson called out, rushing over with a look of concern. "That Sheridan guy didn't do anything inappropriate, did he?"

"What could he possibly do to me?" Helen stopped and shot him a sharp, penetrating look.

Her gaze conveyed a blend of frustration and embarrassment, as though her innermost emotions had been stirred. Despite this, Helen seemed unaware of it.

Jenson froze, caught off guard by her intense stare. He swallowed nervously and quickly said, "I'm just concerned about you."

Being a light sleeper, Helen woke easily. In the early hours of the morning, she heard soft footsteps approaching. Despite the person's careful efforts to be quiet, she stirred awake.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Chandler crouched beside the bed, his warm, gentle gaze fixed on her with a look of tender affection.

"You're back," Helen murmured as she turned over, instinctively reaching for Chandler's hand resting on the pillow. She then closed her eyes, trying to drift back to sleep.

Chandler's face lit up with a smile as he brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face. "What are you doing sleeping here?"

At the sound of his voice, Helen immediately sat up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled against him like a kitten. "I just missed you," she murmured.

Chandler felt a pleasant tickle from her closeness, her warm breath against his neck and chin. His ears flushed red, and his heart swelled with affection.

He shifted to the edge of the bed, gently lifting Helen and adjusting her into a more comfortable position within his embrace.