Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1916

Helen deliberately chose a seat near the window, allowing her to enjoy her coffee while observing the crowd passing by in the mall.

Soon, a man approached and struck up a conversation.

"Excuse me, miss. May I interrupt for a moment?"

She calmly put her coffee down and turned to find it was Colin, the man mentioned earlier that morning. Unaware of her true identity, he appeared cautious and polite, the epitome of a gentleman.

This encounter would be perfectly normal if she were just a stranger to him. But since she was Chandler's wife, and he had recently taken away BJ Group's cooperation rights from Chandler, he must know who she was.

So, why was he pretending not to know and approaching her with such interest?

"Is there something I can help you with?" Helen responded graciously.

"Actually, I've been observing you for a while," Colin said, his tone humble. "Your features and temperament are exactly what I've been looking for for my art. I was wondering if you'd be interested in being my model for a portrait?"

"Is this your way of flirting?" She smiled brightly. "Sorry. I'm already married."

"You misunderstood me," he quickly replied. "I genuinely want to paint you as part of my collection. Perhaps we could exchange contact information if you're open to it?"

He handed her his phone, which was already showing the QR code for his WhatsApp.

After a moment's hesitation, Helen agreed. "Alright."

She wanted to see what his real intentions were.

Of course, she kept her guard up and added him through Kaylee's account, with her name as the WhatsApp ID.

Abigail sighed in relief, took a sip of coffee, then hurriedly put it down. "I almost forgot! Helen, do you know any good psychologists? Taylor feels really guilty about Lucy, and I want to help somehow."

"I know a hypnotherapist, but you don't have to worry about it. I'll ask around on the forum later," Helen said, taking on the responsibility.

After chatting for a while longer, they rested enough and headed home.

When Chandler arrived home, Helen was helping the children try on new clothes.

Sienna wore a dress that made her look like a little princess. Meanwhile, Lincoln's new jacket was short, but it still exuded an air of elegance once he put it on.

The two little ones stood together, looking as delicate as dolls from a display window.

"Daddy, do you like my dress?" Sienna twirled around, lifting her skirt.