Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 927

"Pervert!" Helen snapped.

Otto froze for a moment before turning back to her.

"Ms. Spencer, why repay my kindness with such ingratitude? That's rather rude, don't you think?" he replied, frustration creeping into his voice.

"I never asked for your help," Helen shot back, her face flushed with anger.

In truth, she could have managed the attacker on her own. It was Otto's insistence on playing the hero that complicated the situation.

Frustrated, Helen hurled the handkerchief at Otto. "Take your filthy handkerchief back. If you dare touch me again, be ready to face the consequences!"

"Come on, Ms. Spencer, you're being quite difficult," Otto said with a smirk, adopting a roguish demeanor as he moved closer. "But I must admit, I find this side of you quite intriguing."

Helen acted quickly, pulling her foot away from the attacker's face and aiming a kick at Otto's groin.

Just before her foot connected, Otto caught her leg with both hands.

He chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow. "Ms. Spencer, if that kick had landed, you'd be regretting it for the rest of your life."

"Is that so…" Helen's eyes narrowed. In a flash, she used his grip on her leg to propel herself upward, executing a mid-air spin. Her other foot came down sharply, landing a powerful kick on Otto's shoulder.

Otto immediately let go, staggering back a few steps. He winced as he rubbed the spot where she had struck. "Are you serious?"

"What were you expecting?" Helen retorted as she pulled her foot back. "Keep your hands to yourself, or next time you won't be so lucky."

With that, she turned on her heel and left without a second glance.

Otto stood there, a mix of disbelief and amusement on his face. Perhaps this was the price of having a fiancée as fierce as Helen.

Since he had chosen her, he knew he had to love her unconditionally, even if it meant shedding a few tears along the way.

"If you don't come back earlier next time, someone else might just sweep me off my feet," Helen murmured, her voice still drowsy.

As Chandler breathed in her familiar scent, he immediately became alert. He pulled her closer, his hands resting gently on her waist. "So, did this person manage to win you over?"

"Of course not," Helen replied with a teasing grin. "Although I nearly had to make sure he wouldn't be fathering any of my future children."

She couldn't help but giggle, relishing the moment.

Meanwhile, Chandler frowned in concern, unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed.

Fortunately, Helen's lack of interest in the other man made it clear that she wasn't attracted to him.

Despite this, Chandler couldn't help but question his own appeal. He felt somewhat self-conscious, especially considering he had taken a kick from her.

Sensing his shift in mood, Helen moved in closer and asked playfully, "I'm being faithful to you. Why don't you seem happy about it?"