Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1210

"Helly, my wife," Chandler said, his expression growing serious. "May I kiss you?"

Helen's face flushed at his words. Looking down, she murmured, "You just called me your wife. If you want to kiss me, then just do it."

"Yeah, I suppose I'm quite used to it," Chandler replied with a teasing smile. He then leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

In that one kiss, all the doubts and insecurities Helen had been feeling seemed to dissolve. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Chandler's neck, drawing him closer to ensure he wouldn't pull away.

"You still haven't said if you'll meet with Otto," she remarked. "I'm at my wit's end with him; you'll need to handle this situation for me."

"At your wit's end?" Chandler asked, placing a hand on her arm. "Are you sure someone as sharp as you can't find a way out?"

Upon hearing this, Helen sighed in frustration. She let go of Chandler and sat back down. "Yes, I'm genuinely stuck. Otto is quite an odd character. He subtly puts me in situations where I feel I owe him, and then he constantly tries to win me over with his relentless gestures…"

After a brief pause, she looked at Chandler and said earnestly, "Chandler, I'm not a saint. When someone is so kind to me without expecting anything in return, it's hard for me to stay completely indifferent.

"But I don't want anyone else in my life but you. We're supposed to be united as a couple. Can you help me with this?"

"Alright," Chandler replied, placing his hand over hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'll meet with him. You can sort out the details."

"You're the best," Helen said gratefully.

"Am I only now 'the best'?" Chandler teased.

"Not at all. You've always been amazing. How could my taste be anything but impeccable?" Helen boasted.

Chandler laughed and remarked, "Are you sure that's meant to be a compliment?"

"Hehe, I'll give you a proper compliment when we get home!"

"Seriously, old man? You're not really going to keep us after class like we're in elementary school, are you?" Bentley complained, his tone reflecting his familiarity with Hunter.

Hunter shot him a weary glance. "You troublemaker, I'm offering you extra help and you're still grumbling? It's not just you who has to stay—I'm here too. Don't act like you're doing me a favor—watch it, or I might just call your parents!"

"It's not like I'm three years old. Who even calls parents these days?" Bentley grumbled to himself.

Ignoring Bentley's complaint, Hunter continued, "Did you all get a chance to review the exercises I gave you?"

"Nope, I didn't have time," Bentley admitted candidly.

Hunter gave Bentley a light tap on the head with the rolled-up test paper. "Of course you didn't—between your busy schedule of classes, naps, and gaming marathons, Mr. Morrison's commitments are likely much less demanding than yours."

Upon hearing this, Bentley scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly.