Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1147

Bentley had a unique preference. He didn't like pretty women but handsome men. There weren't posters of beautiful women in his bedroom, but posters of Tyrone.

This wasn't a secret among their friends. Because of this, Tommy was once suspected to have a relationship with Bentley.

Tyrone walked over to them, and even before he spoke, Bentley's face was already flushing red.

Helen couldn't help teasing him, "Bentley, are you a gay?"

"I'm not!" Bentley defended himself loudly like a kid, "Don't you know that Mr. Tyrone has more male fans than female fans?"

"No one knows about it besides you." Tommy's teasing was the most devastating. "No man would be a fan of a male celebrity."

"So what if I'm a fan?" Bentley refuted. Only then did he remember Tyrone's presence, and he blushed all the way to his neck.

He quietly lowered his head and explained in a low voice, "I like Mr. Tyrone because of his acting skill and charismatic personality. It's just pure admiration. I just think that he is very hardworking and righteous, that's all."

The sudden confession made the atmosphere a bit awkward.

Tyrone glanced at everyone embarrassingly. He was silent for a moment before saying, "Thank you for your support. I will continue to work hard and do my best in every performance."

Bentley nodded hard, infatuated. "You can do it!"

"Thank you," Tyrone responded lightly and passed the cake box to Helen, changing the topic subtly. "Here you go, the dessert for today."

"Why do you give it to me? Mia isn't here today, and no one will eat it," Helen said.

"Well…" Tyrone lowered his eyes, feeling inexplicably disappointed. He didn't know when it started, but he had gotten used to watching that woman eat every day.

Seeing his idol in an awkward situation, Bentley immediately took the cake box. "I'll eat it. I love desserts the most, Mr. Tyrone."

"As long as it isn't wasted," Tyrone responded indifferently. "Mr. Zott is waiting for me outside to go to the next event. I'll take my leave first."

"Okay, Mr, Tyrone. Goodbye, Mr. Tyrone!" Bentley looked at his back and waved fawningly.

"You're not jealous?" Helen was a little surprised.

Chandler pulled her into his arms. "It's just filming a show. From the moment I support your live streaming, I've been mentally prepared for it. I won't be jealous."

"Really? But Tommy said that you're quite possessive," Helen said again.

Chandler sighed. "I am quite possessive, and I'm also a little displeased."

"Why don't…" Helen cared about his opinion more, thinking that maybe she should reject the live stream.

"Why don't you compensate me a little first?" Chandler spoke first and kissed her on the lips, then he said with satisfaction, "Okay, that's enough."

"Are you satisfied so easily?" Helen was amused.

"So are you going to satisfy me?" Chandler deliberately leaned closer to her.