Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 24

Chandler had not noticed he felt more relaxed, showing his mood had uplifted.

He ate the spaghetti bit by bit. Soon, the plate was empty, which left him wanting more.

His lips slightly curved upwards. He had forgotten his initial reluctance.

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The next day, Helen woke to the smell of disinfectant.

She was surprised to see Chandler sitting on a chair by her bed. With his legs crossed, his posture was relaxed yet posed a sense of elegance.

Her gaze lingered on him for a few seconds before she asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Chandler looked up, and their eyes met.

"You're awake. Good. Get ready, we should head back."

Helen's face lit up with joy at his words. She forgot to ask why Chandler was there.

"So I can go back to school? That's wonderful!" she said cheerfully.

She had been bored during her extended stay in the hospital.

Seeing her delight, Chandler stood up tactfully and glanced at the takeout box on the table.

"Pack up and eat your breakfast. I'll handle your discharge paperwork."

Helen noticed the takeout box, which looked familiar.

Wasn't that the spaghetti from last night?

"You..." Before she could finish, Chandler had already left the room.

Helen looked at the box again and touched its warm surface. Her brow furrowed in confusion.

Then it dawned on her.

Esmond must have been the reason why Chandler acted this way.

After packing, Helen ate her favorite spaghetti.

When Chandler returned after completing the paperwork, they left the hospital together.

Helen sat in the back seat of the car. The car started slowly and moved away.

Soon, her phone rang. It was her aunt, Molly Spencer.

She answered the phone happily, "Good morning, Aunt Molly!"

"Your voice tells me you're in a good mood today," Molly teased.

"What are you talking about, Aunt Molly? When am I ever not in a good mood? I'm always cheerful," Helen replied.

"Yes, my dear Helen! There's something I forgot to tell you yesterday about the Newton boys. Chandler seems like a reliable guy. You should take the chance and maybe make him your husband."

Helen glanced at Chandler, feeling a bit guilty. She blushed as she lowered her voice.

"Aunt Molly, what are you saying? There's nothing like that between us."

Molly laughed heartily.

"Well, not now doesn't mean not ever. I quite like that young man. He's worthy of you."

Helen was at a loss for words.

"Aunt Molly!"