Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1864

In this household, Helen was the lady of the house, and naturally, Chandler assumed the role of the master.

Just then, the phone rang in the study. Chandler turned away to answer it, momentarily escaping his predicament.

As he walked down the corridor, he seized the opportunity to pull Lincoln aside for a quick word. Soon, the sound of Lincoln crying could be heard from upstairs.

Helen couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement. Glancing at Jenson with the bouquet in his hands, she asked, "These flowers are for Germaine, aren't they?"

"Yes," Jenson replied, his face still etched with worry. With a sigh, he continued, "I've also collected some of her favorite snacks and collectibles.

"I even had Adrian sketch out a few outfits for her, though they're not finished yet. Do you think she'll like them?"

Just moments before, Helen hadn't paid much attention to Lincoln's complaints about Chandler. But after hearing Jenson, a wave of envy washed over her.

It seemed that romance and flowers were the realm of the young, and age had dulled her own sense of charm.

"Of course Germaine will love them. Even I'd be touched. It's just—" Helen paused, unsure if she should say more.

"Just what?" Jenson asked, his eyes widening with curiosity.

"Well, you two just recently stayed apart. If you suddenly start showering her with all this attention, it's going to raise some questions. If Germaine asks why you're doing all this, what will you say?"

Helen's words weren't without reason. When a man suddenly became excessively attentive to his partner, it was often a sign of a guilty conscience.

Modern relationships were full of such stories, and being as sharp as she was, Germaine would certainly catch on.

Jenson's expression grew serious as he considered her words. After a moment of thought, he grabbed the bouquet and made his way toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Helen called after him, but he didn't answer. Feeling a bit awkward, she turned and retreated back into the kitchen.

As Jenson reached the front door, he bumped into Alice, who was just about to knock.

Alice's face flushed with anger. She puffed up her cheeks and marched up to him, her voice sharp and defiant. "Hmph! Go ahead, kill me if you're brave enough! I dare you! If you so much as touch me, I'll make sure the whole world knows about us. Let's see how you explain that to your fiancée!"

"You—" Jenson was livid, his words catching in his throat. Gritting his teeth, he finally spat out, "You insufferable shrew!"

It was the most cutting insult he could think of at the moment.

If he had known he'd cross paths with a leech like Alice in this lifetime, he would've sharpened his verbal skills in the online battlegrounds of trash talk. At least then, he wouldn't feel so helpless.

Seeing she'd gotten to him, Alice softened her tone. "Call me shameless if you like, but a woman is still a woman. Every woman needs a man's care, or she'll wither away. You'd better be kind to me. If you break my heart, I can't promise what I'll do next."

Her meaning was clear—she was threatening to reveal their affair.

Just then, a sharp voice cut through the tension.

"I've seen shameless people before, but you take it to a whole new level. He's been avoiding you like the plague, yet you're still chasing after him. How do you have the nerve?"