Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1565

"No!" Katie immediately relented, feeling wronged. "I'll endure it, okay?"

"Then I won't disturb your rest. Goodnight."

Chandler didn't wait for her response. With that, he swung the door open and walked out.

"Chandler! Chandler!"

Finally managing to free herself from the blankets, Katie sat up, only to find the door firmly shut. All that greeted her was the emptiness of the room and a heavy silence.

Frustrated, she punched the blanket, cheeks puffed in anger.

…

After Chandler stepped out, he and Bernard finally began their journey back.

As they drove, Bernard mustered the courage to share the hidden diagnosis. "The baby should be about six months along."

"I see." Chandler kept his eyes focused on the road, his dark gaze seeming even deeper in the night.

Noticing his calm demeanor, Bernard couldn't help but ask, "You didn't arrange this before Helen left, did you?"

"No," Chandler replied flatly.

"Thank goodness!" Bernard sighed, feeling a wave of relief. He didn't want to upset Helen; maintaining that connection was crucial for getting insights from Shawn later on.

"But I do want to be the baby's stepfather."

"What?" Chandler's unexpected revelation left Bernard momentarily speechless, struggling to process it.

He stared at Chandler in disbelief and scoffed, "Are you serious? With so many eligible women out there, why would you choose someone who's already pregnant and take on another man's child? That's just asking for trouble!"

Seymour felt a wave of discomfort under her scrutiny. Sensing the tension, he turned to meet her hostile gaze but quickly looked away.

He took a moment to steady himself, trying to act casual as he poured half of the cooked food onto a plate.

Lifting the bowl to his nose, he savored the enticing aroma. Suddenly remembering something, he turned to Katie with a warm smile. "How about a taste, Katie?"

Katie scoffed, turning her face away in disdain. "I'm not eating anything made for that woman."

"It's really nutritious; I made it myself," Seymour insisted, eager to persuade her.

After all, his cooking skills weren't exactly exceptional, and he was relying solely on the recipe Helen had given him. To play it safe, he figured he should find someone to taste-test his dish.

"Are you deaf or just ignoring me? I said I'm not eating! How many times do I have to spell it out?" Katie snapped, her temper flaring.

She continued, "I've never met a man who nags as much as you! And cooking for a woman in the middle of the night? No wonder Kaylee's developed that attitude—it's all because you spoil her rotten!"