Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 628

When news of Helen's scandal first appeared online, Samantha stumbled upon it by chance. Almost instinctively, she swiftly saved every picture.

Although their relationship had cooled since then, Samantha understood that friendships were never permanent. It was unclear when they might clash again.

And if that occurred, those saved photos would give Samantha the power to undermine Helen from a stance of moral superiority.

Despite her hidden agenda, Samantha maintained a facade of genuine concern for Helen.

After a brief moment of self-satisfaction, she reached out to Helen with a barrage of messages.

"Hey Helen, I've noticed you haven't been on campus lately. Are you alright?"

"We're all really worried about you and considering dropping by. Would that be okay with you?"

"Also, my family sent me some imported snacks. I've brought some to your dormitory. Not sure if they suit your taste."

"Oh, and the professor mentioned…"

Upon awakening, Helen was surprised to find over 20 unread messages on her phone. The fact that they were all from Samantha left her even more bewildered.

Were they truly that close?

Out of politeness, Helen replied briefly, "Thanks! See you tomorrow."

Putting her phone down, she got out of bed and prepared for the day. Shortly after, she joined Charlie and Sylvia for dinner.

Helen's recent harrowing experience with death weighed heavily on Charlie and Sylvia. Taking their concern to heart, Helen abandoned any plans of going out that night.

As the clock struck ten, both Charlie and Sylvia had drifted off to sleep. With Chandler still absent, Helen's restlessness intensified.

She paced incessantly between the room and the balcony, her eyes locked onto the intersection that Chandler's car would inevitably pass on its way to Spencer Residence.

With resolve, she scrutinized the area, searching for any sign of Chandler and his vehicle.

In the faint light of the street lamps, Chandler stood clad in a long leather trench coat, his cinched belt accentuating his slender figure.

As he lifted his head, his ethereal features met her gaze. He was shrouded in the shadows, and his eyes emanated a mysterious allure, ensnaring Helen's heart.

In that moment, she felt as if all self-control had slipped away. Without even remembering her coat, she hastily ended the call and dashed outside.

Soon, their eyes met, intertwining in a silent exchange. Before Helen could utter a word, Chandler moved swiftly, loosening his belt and draping his coat over her shoulders.

"It's late. What brings you here?" Helen broke the silence.

Chandler's eyes sparkled with a faint smile, his voice gentle as a caress. "I just wanted to see you, to ensure you're okay. It helps put my mind at ease."

Helen couldn't quite grasp his intentions. Ensuring her safety could have been achieved with a simple phone call. Why the need for a personal visit?

As he watched her puzzled expression, Chandler's smile widened. With his arms outstretched, he enveloped her in a tight embrace, drawing her close.