Chapter 1851

Chandler rolled his eyes, clearly irritated. "Is this some kind of horror flick? It's late, and you're knocking on my door dressed like that—who are you trying to freak out?" Looking baffled, Jenson responded, "You're the 'Living King of Hell,' for crying out loud! How could I possibly scare you?" Fuming with anger, Chandler was left speechless. If Jenson weren't his brother, he'd probably have thrown a punch by now. Hearing Chandler's voice, Helen quickly realized it was all just a misunderstanding. When she saw Jenson standing there, she stepped aside and motioned for him to come in. "It was just a misunderstanding. I'm sure Chandler didn't mean it. Come inside—it's pouring out there, and you don't want to catch a cold." Jenson hurried in, setting down his suitcase and taking off his raincoat. "What's in the suitcase?" Chandler asked, giving it a kick. "Clothes," Jenson replied. "Clothes?" Chandler's frustration only grew. "Why would you pack clothes in a locked suitcase like