Chapter 1909

Chandler wrapped his arms around Helen and teased, "You sound a little bitter—are you jealous or something?" "Dream on. I'm not jealous." Helen scrunched her nose, refusing to let the topic go. "But seriously, with legs like that, even I'd be tempted. Didn't you sneak a second glance?" "I'm not interested," Chandler replied, giving her waist a playful pinch. "But if you dressed like that, I wouldn't mind stealing a peek. So, when do I get my chance, Mrs. Newton?" "In the next life," Helen answered decisively, not about to give him the satisfaction. "Then I'll make my reservations ahead of time," Chandler said with a sly grin, not ready to drop the subject. Even if it was the next life, he was determined to see her in a bodycon skirt. "Alright, let's head home," he then said. "What? It's still early. Aren't you supposed to be working?" Helen asked, half-expecting him to stay longer. She'd only planned to check on him, not to play the seductress. "Your safety is at risk. Do you r