Chapter 1864

In this household, Helen was the lady of the house, and naturally, Chandler assumed the role of the master. Just then, the phone rang in the study. Chandler turned away to answer it, momentarily escaping his predicament. As he walked down the corridor, he seized the opportunity to pull Lincoln aside for a quick word. Soon, the sound of Lincoln crying could be heard from upstairs. Helen couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement. Glancing at Jenson with the bouquet in his hands, she asked, "These flowers are for Germaine, aren't they?" "Yes," Jenson replied, his face still etched with worry. With a sigh, he continued, "I've also collected some of her favorite snacks and collectibles. "I even had Adrian sketch out a few outfits for her, though they're not finished yet. Do you think she'll like them?" Just moments before, Helen hadn't paid much attention to Lincoln's complaints about Chandler. But after hearing Jenson, a wave of envy washed over her. It seemed that romance and f