Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1116

Outside the door, Phishie walked down the steps and turned to Tyrone.

"This is far enough; I can manage from here."

Tyrone halted, not insisting on escorting her any further. In a gentle tone, he asked, "How have you been? I've been so tied up with my commitments that I haven't had a chance to visit your campus."

"Why would you want to see me?" Phishie said with a self-deprecating smile. "I'm just an ordinary student. Mr. Tyrone, you're destined for the spotlight and have a busy schedule. Even as friends, it's only fair that we adjust to your availability. After all, we're the ones with less to do."

Tyrone's heart sank at her words. "Are you blaming me?"

Phishie shook her head and smiled warmly. "No, Tyrone. I'm saying this because I genuinely value our friendship.

"The reality is, you're in the spotlight while I'm just a supporting player. I'm already thankful to be friends with someone as extraordinary as you.

"It's only fair for me to adapt to your schedule, and I don't think you've done anything wrong. In fact, your dedication to your career makes me feel even luckier to have such an ambitious and accomplished friend."

Tyrone's brow furrowed with concern. "But I still haven't helped you recover your lost memories—"

"It's fine," Phishie interjected with a smile, radiating the demeanor of an older sister.

She took a deep breath, allowing herself to relax. "I'm content with my life as it is. If some memories are lost, it's probably because they weren't meant for me to remember. I'd rather not dwell on them."

Phishie paused, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she looked at Tyrone. "Since we don't see each other often, I might as well ask—before we lost our memories, were we romantically linked? You know, the kind where you were head over heels in love with me?"

"Not a chance! I'd never be that obsessed with someone!" Tyrone replied, a hint of defensiveness in his tone.

As his words trailed off, he felt a pang of concern. Phishie had always seemed so hopeful about him before her memory loss. Was it too harsh to dismiss her feelings so quickly?

As soon as he entered, Helen started teasing him. "So, how did it go with Phishie?"

"Not great. She barely talked to me," Tyrone grumbled, his head hanging low. He glanced over at Mia, who was sitting nearby.

She appeared unconcerned about her image with other men and was just as food-obsessed in real life as she was on the screen.

"Helly," Chandler called, stepping through the stone archway in the backyard and waving his hand. "Can you come here for a minute?"

"Sure," Helen replied, walking toward him.

Suddenly, she stopped and turned to Tyrone. "You've been on TV shows before, right? Since you have some free time, could you give Mia some tips on what to watch for? I'd rather not embarrass myself on national television."