Chapter 1214

Love was a simple and pure concept; it either existed or it didn't. "Otto" seemed to realize that his pretense had faltered. He quickly directed his gaze toward Chandler, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor. "We're all intelligent individuals, so I'll be straightforward," he began. "Mr. Newton, I understand your concerns and Ms. Spencer's reservations. "I want to assure you that I have no intention of infringing on Ms. Spencer's space or opposing either of you. Given the present circumstances, I don't see any need for you to rush into distancing yourselves from me." As "Otto" spoke, Helen remained perfectly still, resembling a poised leopard. Her focus was unwavering, as though she were ready to spring into action at any moment. Chandler paused for a moment before setting his wine glass down. He then relaxed back into his chair, crossing his legs. With a smirk, he remarked, "Mr. Sheridan, I want you to understand something. My wife is extraordinary, and many men, like yourse