Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1688

"I mean, I have to embrace the whole situation, right? I'm not one to take my frustration out on the innocent." Helen laughed at Chandler's words and pulled a black pen from her bag. "Actually, I wasn't entirely unprepared. Even if you hadn't shown up, I would've managed just fine."

"A voice recorder?" Chandler blinked in surprise, a knowing smile forming on his lips.

Indeed, Helen would never allow anyone to take advantage of her so easily.

"When Maddie claimed to be injured at the book launch last time, it raised my suspicions. And with her suddenly wanting to meet me alone, I knew I had to be prepared. I am certainly not someone to be underestimated!" Helen said, her lively energy evoking memories of their first meeting.

Chandler's eyes softened with affection, and a sudden impulse surged within him. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek before quickly sitting back up.

"Thank you, Helly."

With her by his side, life felt incredibly bright. For the first time in ages, he felt truly alive—not just a hollow shell, but a man with purpose.

At that moment, Chandler felt a deep sense of contentment, akin to a child who had just received their favorite candy—eager to savor every bite, yet afraid of ruining it in the process.

Helen was Chandler's candy—he cherished her dearly, worried she might slip through his fingers. In short, he was head over heels in love with her.

"Why are you being so formal all of a sudden?" Helen asked, feeling a bit taken aback.

"Formal?" Chandler replied, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, just a little," Helen said with a nod.

Without warning, Chandler cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again.

Helen raised an eyebrow, amusement and exasperation mixing in her expression. "What's gotten into you?"

They didn't often get moments like this alone, and every little gesture she made stirred something deep inside Chandler. Even with her fierce expression, she was utterly captivating.

A smile spread across his face as he found himself lost in thought, gazing at her intently.

Feeling the weight of his stare, Helen shifted uncomfortably, her hand instinctively brushing her cheek. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No," Chandler replied, narrowing his eyes playfully. Without another word, he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.

Helen effortlessly fell into his rhythm, responding with warmth and tenderness.

After what felt like an eternity, Chandler reluctantly pulled away. Their foreheads touched, and the fire in his gaze burned bright with love. "I love you, honey."

Helen beamed, snuggling into his arms like a little kitten. "I love you too," she whispered.