Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 240

Chandler's expression turned even darker. Everyone in the car felt that the air pressure inside had lowered instantaneously. Even Tyrone couldn't help but shiver. Then, Chandler stated clearly, "I don't like men!"

Helen detected the gritted teeth in his simple words and nodded repeatedly. "Oh. Got it."

The icy atmosphere in the car slowly improved. Tyrone let out a deep sigh of relief and then gave Helen a look, seemingly warning her about Chandler's sore spots.

Upon returning home, Helen was the first to get out of the car. Tyrone continued to discuss Hannah with Chandler, "Chandler, I forgot to ask you. Why are you so fixated on Hannah?"

Chandler was initially unwilling to entertain such a naive question. But to avoid further speculation about his preference, he shared his true feelings, explaining, "It's been years, and I still owe her a concert ticket. I need to find a chance to return it to her."

"That's it?" Tyrone found it hard to believe.

Chandler's brows furrowed slightly as he countered, "What else do you think there is?"

Tyrone shook his head. "I'm just curious, that's all."

Chandler hummed. "Curb your curiosity. Don't speak too recklessly anymore."

Tyrone nodded earnestly as he promised, "Rest assured, I will never again doubt whether you prefer men or women. I think it's more likely you prefer women."

Before Chandler could respond, Tyrone quickly made his escape.

Watching Tyrone's retreating figure, Chandler shook his head helplessly and stepped into the house.

"Are you nervous?" Helen asked pointedly.

Caught off guard by her accurate guess, Jenson hummed in agreement. From behind the door, Helen advised, "It's okay. Just get a good night's sleep, relax, and don't overthink. Just do your best during the exam tomorrow."

Hearing Helen's words, Jenson knew he needed to adjust his mood. "I got it, Helen. I'll head back to my room then."

As Jenson's footsteps faded, Helen felt like her tense heart had finally relaxed. She moved to her vanity, looking at her reflection that had reverted to its true self.

Disguising her identity for so long, she had almost forgotten her own appearance. Helen applied a sleeping mask before lying down in bed, soon drifting off to sleep.