Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 23

"Are you not feeling well?"

Helen was stunned. She didn't expect that Chandler would suddenly be concerned about her.

Before she could respond, Molly chimed in, "Helly's wound hasn't fully healed yet. Why don't you take her back to the hospital first?"

The implication was clear. Molly was trying to set her up with Chandler.

Helen was speechless. Why did everyone think she liked Chandler?

"Okay." Chandler had no reason to refuse.

"Sorry to trouble you," Helen said with a wry smile. She looked at Chandler, whose expression remained unchanged.

Helen felt very embarrassed. What Molly did just now made it seem like she couldn't find a husband.

As Chandler drank some wine at dinner, he called for a designated driver.

Later, Helen and Chandler sat together in the back seat. Helen unconsciously shifted to the side before moving a little further again.

Chandler frowned at her. "Do I scare you that much?"

Helen laughed awkwardly, "I'm just worried you might crease my dress."

Chandler tilted his head to look at her and smiled slightly. "Is that so?"

Did he just smile? Helen thought she saw it wrong. But his smile seemed a bit intimidating.

Helen choked as she saw his smile. She tried hard to focus on something else instead of Chandler's presence next to her.

She soon fell asleep.

In a drowsy state, Helen saw a familiar signboard flash by and completely forgot Chandler was beside her. "Stop here, I want to eat spaghetti."

By the time Helen remembered there was someone beside her, it was too late.

Chandler stayed silent for a moment, then instructed the driver, "Go back to that shop we just passed."

So, the driver made a U-turn and stopped in front of an old signboard.

"Sorry, this won't take long." Helen swiftly got out of the car and headed straight to the shop.

"I'll have these add-ons," Helen ordered one of everything without hesitation. Then, she noticed someone was standing behind her.

"You got out too?"

Chandler responded, "I'm hungry too. Is that okay?"

"Sure, sure." Helen wiped her sweat and scanned the QR code with her phone. "I'll have one more of everything I just ordered, please."

The boss quickly prepared two portions and handed them to Helen.

"This one's for you." Helen gave one to Chandler.

Chandler frowned. Actually, he wasn't hungry.

Helen explained patiently, "Just a token of thanks for your family hosting my aunt for dinner. If you think this is too cheap, I can treat you to a fancy meal next time." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Chandler glanced at the spaghetti. He took it and said indifferently, "No need."

Helen lowered her head and feasted on the spaghetti. Indeed, delicious foods were often hidden in inconspicuous street corners.

Chandler looked at her. His ice-cold demeanor softened a little, and his tone became more gentle as he said, "Pack it up, please."

Helen thought that he was wasting the food. She said, "Don't you know food tastes best when it's hot?"

"I didn't," Chandler said.

Dumbfounded, Helen continued to eat her spaghetti.

After dropping Helen back at the hospital, Chandler looked at the spaghetti. He wondered if it could taste that good.

He glanced at the bag before opening it and was surprised that the spaghetti was still warm. He was doubtful about it. He took a small bite and chewed slowly.

"Actually, it's quite tasty."

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