Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1572

Seymour scrambled to his feet and craned his neck to look; sure enough, a shadow was moving on the balcony.

As they spoke, the figure pushed open the glass door and leaned halfway inside.

Seymour quickly braced himself. When the intruder approached the bed, he lunged forward.

Nonetheless, the intruder was remarkably agile, effortlessly dodging him. In a swift motion, he flipped Seymour and pinned him to the ground.

"Help—"

Before he could finish, Seymour was knocked unconscious.

With no other option, Helen retrieved a silver needle and concealed it in her hand. Taking advantage of the darkness, she carefully began to back away.

The intruder rose from beside Seymour and moved toward her. His tall figure completely obscured the moonlight pouring in. Helen held her breath, poised to strike.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

"Helly, it's me."

It was Chandler.

Helen relaxed her guard, and the tension in her heart instantly eased.

Chandler bent down to help her up, but before she could react, he pulled her into his arms.

In the stillness of the night, his warmth enveloped Helen's cool body, a quiet longing passing between them in that embrace.

Caring for each other had become a rare luxury, and she no longer dared to hope for anything beyond that. She understood all too well that every gain came with a loss, and she couldn't bear the pain of losing anything more.

"If adopting Kaylee's identity will give you peace of mind, I'll play this role for as long as it takes. But we must reunite as a family," Chandler said.

He suddenly paused, locking eyes with her. His deep, luminous gaze reflected a whirlwind of emotions. "I won't be around much for a while, and things might get chaotic. Just remember, you're always in my thoughts. Take care of yourself, and don't let others influence you—everything will make sense in time."

Though Helen couldn't fully read his expression at that moment, she felt the deep affection and longing radiating from his eyes.

In her heart, she wanted to say "Okay," but all that escaped her was silence.

Chandler gently brushed his fingers against her cheek before turning to walk toward the balcony.

"Feel free to find someone else," Helen called after him.