Chapter Summary: Chapter 448 – Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities by Internet
In Chapter 448, a key moment in the Romance novel Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities, Internet delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
Helen hadn't finished speaking when Chandler stepped forward, cornering her.
"Why did you do it? Why did you purposely disguise yourself as ugly? Do you know what I hate the most?"
Helen remembered that it was precisely because of this that she wanted to actively explain everything to him. However, every time she tried to tell him, something would happen and prevent her from speaking out.
"I'm sorry! I just wanted to find a man who wouldn't care whether I was ugly or not, a man who genuinely liked me for who I am. I didn't intend to lie to you.
"Originally, I planned to stay here for a year and leave. But I didn't expect… I didn't expect to fall in love with you."
Chandler's brow furrowed slightly. He looked at the bewildered Helen and felt a deep urge to berate her. However, he found himself unable to do so.
"So it was you in Furinese, Miss Hailey!"
"It was me! Actually…" Helen wanted to say more, but he reached out to stroke her head.
"I never expected that your disguise skills were so good that you could even fool me."
She looked up at him. "Aren't you… aren't you angry anymore?"
Chandler smiled helplessly. "I wanted to be angry. But for some reason, all my anger disappeared when I looked at your face."
"I'm sorry."
Priscilla had originally been somewhat pleased to see Chandler and Helen quarrel. However, by dinnertime, not only had they reconciled, but the atmosphere between them had also improved significantly. This left her somewhat puzzled.
"Helen, come over here for a moment," Priscilla called Helen over.
Helen quickly set aside what she was doing and walked over. "Mrs. Newton, what's the matter?"
Priscilla rubbed her shoulder. "I don't know what's wrong, but my arm has been feeling sore lately. If you're free, could you massage it for me?"
Seeing that it wasn't a big deal, Helen agreed. "Sure, Mrs. Newton! Please sit on the sofa, and I'll massage you."
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