Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1699

Chandler didn't respond and just stared at Helen; his eyes grew increasingly intense and flirtatious.

He raised his hand to brush aside the stray hair at her forehead. Even though Kaylee's features were in the way, he could still clearly make out Helen's outline. The more he looked, the more pleasing it became to the eye.

"Helly, I can finally relive the life of seeing you right after I wake up every day."

Helen grabbed his hand and leaned in to rub it. "Yes, it's been so hard."

Their eyes met, and the intense feelings were instantly triggered. After a few seconds of gazing at each other, Chandler lifted Helen by the waist, turned around, and walked into the bedroom.

He placed her on the bed and pressed down on her. A flurry of kisses landed on her skin like a storm, and her body turned uncontrollably.

She let out a soft gasp in his ears due to her overwhelming feelings, and it stimulated him even more to caress her all over.

A moment before she lost her mind, she bit her lip and held his face, shaking her head with a flushed face. "No."

"I'll be gentle." Chandler appeared passionate with earnest and fearful eyes, like a pitiful puppy. Helen's heart softened in an instant, and she couldn't bring herself to reject him.

Chandler watched her surrender. Fearing that she might change her mind, he immediately kissed her on the lips, having his way with her.

Both of them were getting into the mood when the door suddenly swung open, and Sienna rushed in excitedly. "Mommy, I want to sleep with you."

Following that, she looked up and saw Chandler pinning Helen beneath him.

"Ah!" Sienna screamed out loud and pointed angrily at Chandler. "Mr. Handsome, why are you bullying my mommy?"

Helen and Chandler stared at Sienna in a daze for a moment before regaining their composure. They quickly jumped down from the bed and stood on opposite sides.

He then nodded at Chandler and Helen before taking Sienna's hand and walking out. He even closed the door behind him.

Chandler's eyes gleamed with a cunning light as he said proudly, "He is indeed my son."

In the hallway, Lincoln asked as he walked, "Nana, do you want a younger sister or a younger brother?"

"A younger sister," replied Sienna.

"Isn't it better to have a younger brother?" Lincoln looked ahead absent-mindedly. "The younger brother and I can protect you together."

"I just want a younger sister."