Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1100

Otto dared not to open his eyes for fear that these were just his imagination.

What should he do if the one lying in the morgue was really Helen, and she was really dead?

He regretted that he had not married her sooner. He regretted that he had not been by her side every moment. He regretted wasting time dealing with rivals.

He regretted that he had not been able to prevent the death, and he even regretted that he was not the one who died.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized how timid he was. He couldn't even bear the slightest possibility of losing Helen.

"Does Faye's death scare you so much?" Helen's voice rang out softly in Otto's ear, and his eyes instantly brightened up.

He was certain that Helen was still alive. Relieved, he let go of her and stared at her bright eyes for a while before heading out without saying a word.

Until his figure completely disappeared in the corridor, Helen still didn't know the purpose of his visit. Yet, she was unable to forget the embrace moments ago.

As she went from resisting at first to peaceful coexisting to now being repeatedly taken advantage of by Otto, she found herself unable to even resist and warn him.

Where did the devoted and passionate Helen go?

…

In order not to worry her grandparents, Helen returned to the Spencer residence on purpose. Just as she reached the main entrance, she ran into Chandler.

Helen's body stiffened, and the first thing that came to her mind was her embrace with Otto earlier on. Her brain was buzzing, and she lost the ability to think.

The only thing she was certain of was that she didn't know how to face Chandler.

Chandler also seemed preoccupied. Seeing her standing there in a daze, he strode over to take her by the hand and lead her outside.

Helen instinctively calculated the time in her mind. According to her identity card, it had been less than a week since she had come of age.

Perhaps he intended to propose with this ring a few days ago, but he postponed it until now for her sake.

But could she really accept him like this? She had with her all the pervasive danger and the ambiguity with another man.

Chandler was such a nice man, and she didn't want to hurt him at all. But deception was a form of harm itself.

"Do you not want to marry me?" Helen didn't respond for a long time, so Chandler asked with a low voice, sounding somewhat hurt.

"Of course not," Helen refuted, but she stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence. "I just… just think that this is not a good time for getting married."

"So, you don't have feelings for me anymore?" Chandler asked stubbornly.