Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 811

"Ambrose, you shouldn't speak like that. Archie is Helen's friend, and there's nothing wrong with him bringing gifts to please us. You need to show more generosity!" Melody chided.

"Um…" Ambrose hesitated momentarily before reluctantly conceding, "I apologize, Granny."

"Hey, don't call me that!" Melody responded with a hint of disdain.

Though Melody wasn't exactly young anymore, she wasn't quite old enough to be called "granny" either.

Women often felt sensitive about their age; no matter how many birthdays had passed, many perpetually saw themselves as still being 18 years old.

Ambrose scratched his head, offering an awkward smile. Since he often addressed Helen as "my lady," wouldn't it be appropriate to refer to her mother, Melody, as "granny"?

"Mrs. Boston, this guy seems a bit off. It's probably best not to waste your time with him!" Shawn chimed in. "You know, it's not ideal for women to get upset. Stress can lead to wrinkles, and that's not a good look, right? Let's try to stay positive and keep our spirits high, shall we?"

"Archie always knows the right thing to say!" Melody immediately brightened up.

Ambrose felt utterly exasperated. After all, anyone could speak flattering words. As he reflected on this, Ambrose couldn't help but inwardly scoff.

Was Shawn really trying to replace Chandler and become the Boston family's future son-in-law? If he were to succeed, wouldn't that mean Ambrose would have to refer to him as "sir"?

There was no way Ambrose could let that happen.

As Ambrose thought about this, his expression grew serious. He firmly grasped Shawn's arm and proposed, "I have a cousin who's got it all—impeccable figure, stunning face, top-notch education, and not a single bad habit. Since fate has brought us together, why not let me introduce you two?"

"Are you kidding me? Fate has nothing to do with us," Shawn retorted sharply, withdrawing his hand with a hint of disdain.

After a moment's pause, he glanced at Helen and continued with a playful smile, "Besides, Helen hasn't walked down the aisle yet. What's the rush?"

Their eyes locked in a silent exchange. As a man, Shawn understood Chandler's unspoken challenge. Nevertheless, he responded with a calm smile, as if to imply that he didn't see Chandler as a worthy opponent.

Meanwhile, Ambrose was caught in the middle, aware that tension could erupt at any moment.

He lifted his plate quietly, hunching his shoulders as he moved half a meter away from the table, making room for Chandler and Shawn to confront each other.

Ambrose observed Helen closely, his admiration for her swelling. Despite the near confrontation between her fiancé and lover, she displayed unwavering composure. Her emotional resilience was truly impressive.

Thankfully, neither Shawn nor Chandler disrupted the harmony of the dinner table any further, and they made it through the meal without incident.

As the housekeeper came to clear the table, Shawn stood up and lazily stretched. Leaning over to Helen, he asked in a playful tone, "Helen, which room am I staying in tonight?"

Helen responded casually, "The third room on the right side near the backyard, next to Ambrose."