Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 834

Bernard was speechless to see that no one intended to help him up.

Wasn't Helen a skilled acupuncturist? Did she turn a blind eye to him now? Damn it!

Helen wasn't aware of what he was thinking. She only glanced down at Chandler's hand and felt his long-missed body temperature, feeling extremely at ease.

A moment later, she looked up at Chandler and asked lightly, "Are you still angry?"

"When have I ever been angry?" Chandler appeared unfathomable.

"Why haven't you talked to me and clung to me these few days if you're not angry?" Helen asked.

Chandler tilted his head to look at her. "Do you need me to cling to you?"

"Of course," Helen responded without thinking, and only after saying that did she realize how ambiguous the answer was.

People with mutual reliance were always intimate and close.

In the past, Helen needed no one as she could handle everything well on her own. But ever since she met with Chandler, many things had subtly changed.

She was already used to having him around daily to control her, used to discuss things with him, and used to be irresponsible occasionally. She had gotten used to Chandler.

In fact, he had long become her habit. It was just that she wasn't aware of it and refused to admit it.

Habits would be her deadly weaknesses for those who wanted to take her life.

Upon seeing the surprise flashing across her face, Chandler's dark eyes suddenly lit up as if there was a flame burning in them.

Helen blushed. "Does that even count?"

"Of course." Chandler hugged her again. "Everything you say about me is sweet talk."

Helen struggled to get up to argue, but Chandler held her tight. "No bargaining, or else you'll have to say two phrases three times a day."

"Alright." Helen gave up struggling.

After cuddling for a while, they vaguely felt that a pair of fiery, sharp eyes were staring at them.

They let go of each other and looked toward Bernard, who was narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth. He looked like he was going to eat them alive.

Bernard cried inwardly, wishing to be punished for his sins instead of watching the lovebirds act out a drama.