Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1427

"Pardon?" Mia's expression briefly stiffened, but she quickly masked the awkwardness. "Of course! I'm a fan of yours now too, Mr. Tyrone."

"Well, I should thank you for your support," Tyrone replied, his expression stoic, making it hard to read his emotions.

Sensing the tension, Mia decided to let the conversation fizzle out. She finished her cake in silence and said her goodbyes.

Left alone in the kitchen, Tyrone stared at the empty plate on the counter, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.

Later that night, Adrian tossed and turned, sleep eluding him.

He wrapped himself in a bathrobe and stepped onto the balcony for some fresh air. After a few moments, he noticed Ursula stepping out onto her own balcony.

She offered him a faint smile, moving to the railing and resting her hands on it. Taking a deep breath, her delicate features shone in the moonlight, appearing even more ethereal.

After a long silence, Adrian finally broke the stillness.

"Why did you come back?"

Ursula tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the moon. "Because I wanted to," she replied nonchalantly.

"You haven't changed one bit. You come and go as you please, completely oblivious to everyone else," Adrian said, frustration creeping into his tone.

Ursula lowered her head and turned to him. "You're still upset with me, aren't you?"

Her statement felt more like an observation than a question, and Adrian didn't deny it.

With a sigh, Ursula continued, "Honestly, all of that is in the past. We're adults now; it's time to move forward."

"Yes, you're right. I know all too well how good you are at moving on—no need for reminders," Adrian shot back, his emotions beginning to surface.

"It doesn't really matter; I'm here simply because the production team arranged it. Just treat me like any other guest, okay?" Ursula replied.

"I'm just curious. Since when does a refined designer eat like a pig?" Jenson teased, deliberately trying to provoke him.

Adrian narrowed his eyes and turned his head slightly, choosing not to respond.

A moment later, Helen placed a steaming pot of ravioli on the table.

Without hesitation, Adrian pushed his bowl toward her. "Helen, just fill this up; that'll be enough for me."

Jenson nearly spit out his drink. "Are you serious? Do you really plan to eat all that? What about the rest of us?"

Adrian rolled his eyes, completely ignoring the comment.

Helen sighed and dished out a larger serving than usual, adhering to Adrian's typical portions.