Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 322

Tyrone was confused. However, when he saw Phishie, he had an idea of what was going on. He wondered if Helen thought he was interested in Phishie and was trying to set them up.

Tyrone found it rather ridiculous. After all, Phishie was just a normal friend to him.

"Helen, you're finally here." As Phishie spoke, she looked at Tyrone. "Oh, you came."

He nodded and said nothing. He looked cold, and Phishie felt empty inside. That wasn't how he acted when they hung out together.

The four of them got on the plane and arrived at Swentiland after a flight of more than ten hours.

At that moment, it was nighttime in Swentiland, and they rushed to a hotel. Helen and Phishie shared a room, and Chandler and Tyrone shared another.

The ladies were already exhausted, so they fell into deep sleep upon getting into bed.

Meanwhile, Chandler and Tyrone were still wide awake. After arriving at the hotel, they took turns taking a shower. Then, they went to the bar downstairs to have a couple of drinks. Tyrone thought it was weird for Chandler to want to go skiing so suddenly. It was weirder for him to bring Helen alone. So Tyrone couldn't help but ask, "Chandler, don't tell me you're really interested in Helen."

When Chandler heard that, he didn't show any emotions on his face. No one could tell what was on his mind.

Instead, he took a big gulp of his drink to hide his emotion. However, Tyrone thought Chandler felt dejected, so he patted the latter's shoulders.

"Chandler, I know you're only doing this because it's Grandpa's final wish. However, you really don't have to do this. Grandpa is gone now, and I bet he would hope we live a happy life. If he finds out how you're unwilling to be with Helen, he definitely won't force you to do this."

Chandler faintly smiled and calmly said, "I didn't get engaged with her because of Grandpa."

Tyrone thought he misheard Chandler. However, what Chandler said next almost made him drop his jaw. "I realized I might've started to like her," Chandler said.

Tyrone violently grabbed Chandler and asked, "Chandler, you're… You're not kidding me, are you?"

Chandler said, "Do you think I'm joking?"

Tyrone nodded right away. It was mind-blowing to hear Chandler admitting that he liked Helen. It was so unbelievable that Tyrone thought it had to be a joke.

"What do you see in her? She looks… so…" Tyrone couldn't help going back to that topic, and it was obvious he couldn't get over Helen's looks. In Tyrone's mind, if a person looked ugly on the outside, no one would care even if they were pretty on the inside.

"Chandler, what do you see in her?"

Chandler didn't have an answer for that. All he knew was that he liked Helen, and there was no reason behind it. If a relationship had to have a reason, would it still be love?

"I don't know either. Maybe it's just an impulsive thought, or maybe I really like her. However, before I find out what I truly think about this, I hope you can keep this a secret for me."

Tyrone was having a hard time digesting this news. However, seeing how solemn Chandler looked, he had a feeling that Chandler was getting serious this time.

"It's getting late. Let's head back and get some rest. We're going to have fun tomorrow, so don't pull a long face like you did today," Chandler said while gesturing to Tyrone.

Swentiland's food wasn't that foreign to her. When Helen looked at the menu, she habitually ordered her favorite steak. When Chandler heard her fluently ordering in Encerian, he couldn't help but say, "Your Encerian is good, and you sound like a local. Have you been overseas before?"

Helen answered, "I was previously an exchange student for a year." It was probably the happiest time of her life. Till this day, she would still reminisce about those days.

"I see." Chandler stopped asking about it. After placing his order, the waiter took the menu away.

"I heard you went to college in Egerand. You were majoring in business, right?" Helen asked. "I studied at Cambridge and received my degree after three years."

"So, you're great at studying too," he remarked.

He quickly said, "You ain't bad as well. You were first in the Math Olympiad, and not everyone can achieve that."

At that moment, the waiter served the steaks. "Sir, Miss, please enjoy your meal!"

Helen thanked the waiter. Just as she was about to grab her knife and fork, Chandler beat her to it. He helped her cut the steak into pieces and brought a piece to her mouth. "Try it. It should be authentic."

Helen looked at the piece of steak and was astonished by how precisely it was cut. "I didn't think you would be so skilled at cutting steak. I need to learn to do that from you in the future."

After saying that, Helen heard the two foreigners whispering next to them. Although they were speaking softly, Helen still heard them clearly.

"Look at how dashing that man is. Wouldn't he lose his appetite while dining with such an ugly woman?"