Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1551

Katie's eyes sparkled as she swayed her hips and stepped inside. She made her way to the couch, crossing her legs in a pose that highlighted her allure.

With a flirtatious glance at Chandler, she patted the space beside her. "Chandler, come sit here."

Chandler shot her a dismissive glance before shutting the door. He approached, grabbed the bottle of wine she had brought, and walked over to the bar to uncork it.

Katie felt a flicker of disappointment but decided not to dwell on it, especially since he was letting her stay. Instead, she took the opportunity to freshen up quickly.

Just then, Chandler discreetly pulled a small bag of white powder from his pocket. Moments later, he returned with two glasses of wine, handing one to Katie.

Her eyes glinted with flirtation as she took the glass without hesitation and clinked it against his. "Cheers."

"Cheers," Chandler replied flatly, tossing back his drink in one swift gulp.

Encouraged by his boldness, Katie tilted her head back and finished her glass as well.

She licked her lips, looking up at him with a dreamy gaze, a wave of vulnerability washing over her. "Chandler, can't you move a little closer? You always feel so far away; it's like I can never reach you."

"Distance creates beauty," Chandler said coolly, his tone void of warmth. "When a man and a woman are alone, it's best to keep some distance. We wouldn't want any misunderstandings with your dad."

"But we're in a relationship, aren't we?" Katie exclaimed, rising abruptly. The mix of heightened emotions and alcohol made her head spin, causing her to wobble slightly before regaining her balance.

Chandler's tone remained icy. "I've dated plenty of women. If I tried to meet all their expectations, I'd be worn out."

Katie felt a wave of injustice wash over her but struggled to find the right words. After a moment, she acted as if she was wronged, forcing tears to well up in her eyes. "I'm not asking for much; can't you show me a little more affection?"

"Stop right there!" Chandler called out sharply, his voice brimming with authority. "Why do you run when you see me? Are you really that afraid of me?"

"Not at all," Seymour replied, turning back with a cheeky grin. "I just didn't want to interrupt your little moment. So… sweet dreams! Good night!"

With that flimsy excuse, Seymour hurried away before Chandler could say another word.

Back in his room, he slammed the door and quickly locked it, letting out a sigh of relief.

"What's with the sprinting around the house?" Helen asked, eyeing him curiously.

"You have no idea, Ms. Spencer," Seymour gasped, still trying to catch his breath. "Mr. Newton is terrifying! His stare is sharper than a predator's. I almost slipped up in front of him. I swear he recognized me!"