Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 557

Upon hearing this, Helen subconsciously pictured his forlorn departure not long ago and the things he had confessed to her.

Taking the initiative, she grasped his hand and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Didn't you find out what you needed to know?" she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Were you willing to marry a stranger back then?"

She remembered their first meeting when she was in disguise. Helen was met with disdain and rejection from those four men.

"Why didn't you come clean later?" Chandler grasped her hand, his other resting on her shoulder and pulling her close.

As their eyes locked, his intense gaze burned into Helen, allowing no escape.

"Well... Chandler, think about it. If I had told you everything upfront, wouldn't that be arrogant and presumptuous?"

Helen sighed deeply, meeting his earnest gaze. "If I decided to be with you, did you think my full honesty would make you see me as arrogant?"

Chandler frowned in displeasure.

Helen shook her head, quickly placating him. "My mistake, I only thought of myself. But I didn't intend to hide things from you." She loved him, cared for him, and naturally cared about his feelings too.

Helen raised a finger, gently smoothing the crease between his brows. "Smile. You look terrible frowning!"

"From now on, don't hide anything from me. I'm your fiancé, and you should come to me for anything." Chandler stated firmly, holding her hand.

Helen felt deeply moved. She even teased, "So I can ask you to die for me?"

"Helen, you're mine. I won't allow anything to happen to you!" Chandler suddenly became serious, his intense gaze locking onto hers.

The next moment he pulled her tightly into his embrace. His grip was firm and warm. In his embrace, she could smell his distinct scent. After holding her for a bit, Chandler released her.

Helen quickly understood Chandler's intention. She didn't say anything and followed Chandler back.

The moment Helen stepped through the door, she was greeted by the sight of a bustling banquet hall. They had just left, and now the power was back on?

"Do you remember what that guy looked like?" Chandler asked coldly.

Helen shook her head and said, "I can't remember. Plus with the power outage... If it was intentional, we may not find him, Chandler!"

"I'll call Carles." Chandler insisted firmly.

He wasn't concerned about a cell phone. If it was lost, he could always get Helen a new one. He was concerned that someone dared to act right under his nose.

If Chandler couldn't find the culprit today, wouldn't it make him a laughingstock?