Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 965

Sabrina stole a glance at Helen before shooting a scornful look at Freddie. Clenching her teeth, she turned on her heel and stormed off.

Freddie, however, appeared completely unfazed. He casually set down his champagne and took a seat on the couch beside Helen.

Helen recoiled in disgust, trying to distance herself from him. Despite this, he stubbornly stayed close, refusing to leave her side.

After several attempts to escape, Helen found herself backed into the armrest of the sofa, with no space left to move.

As she attempted to stand and leave, Freddie quickly reached out and seized the armrest, obstructing her path.

Realizing that forcing her way past him would mean brushing against his filthy hand, Helen reluctantly sat back down.

She directed a cold, piercing look at him, her eyes brimming with contempt. If he dared to touch her, she was uncertain whether to incapacitate him or ensure he could never have children.

"With so many people around, do you really think it's a good idea to make any inappropriate advances?" Helen asked with a sardonic smile.

Freddie's gaze was both lecherous and suggestive. "What's there to be afraid of? It's only a matter of time before we end up doing something even more scandalous…"

As he spoke, his hand began to slowly inch along the side of the couch.

His eyes were drawn to Helen's slender waist, imagining how effortlessly he could wrap his hand around it. The thought of holding her close excited him.

From his vantage point, he also caught glimpses of Helen's enticing curves, which only heightened his desire.

Helen's smile grew wider, but her eyes remained icy and unyielding. Her grip on the armrest tightened, causing the fabric to bunch up. She was prepared to substitute the cushion with Freddie's hand and crush it to pieces.

Helen's face went pale, but she remained motionless, her gaze fixed on Otto. It appeared that his timely interventions were occurring more frequently than she had anticipated.

Recalling his injury, Helen couldn't help but glance at his waist. The pressure Otto was exerting was ill-suited to his wound; such a maneuver would likely aggravate the injury, causing it to tear further.

For some inexplicable reason, she felt a tight, uneasy sensation in her chest.

Meanwhile, Freddie was wracked with excruciating pain, his vision dimming. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, nearly dissolving the pomade in his hair.

His meticulously styled quiff had completely fallen apart, leaving him looking utterly disheveled.

"Where did this idiot come from? How dare you interfere in my affairs? Do you have a death wish or something? Don't think you can simply walk out of Dardford alive after crossing the Muskham family."