His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 127

Niamh watched Jonathan in silence.

She couldn't help but wonder—did he really see her as nothing more than a self-serving woman with no real talent?

Jonathan's face was unreadable, calm as a still lake. There was no hint of anger, not even when she'd asked to resign.

"So, after you quit, are you planning to run back to your sugar daddy?"

Niamh blinked in surprise and shot back, "And who exactly is my sugar daddy supposed to be?"

Jonathan gave a silent, knowing smile, as if to say, "You know perfectly well."

With that, even if Niamh wanted to explain, she had nowhere to start.

The room they were in had a wide glass sliding door; beyond it, a private hot spring shimmered, its edges shielded by neat wooden screens for privacy.

Jonathan loosened his tie and slid open the door. Instantly, the chirping of crickets outside grew sharper and clearer.

"I'm going for a soak. Want to join me?"

"No, thanks."

Her refusal was swift and definite. Jonathan only gave a nonchalant smirk and didn't press. He didn't invite her again, nor did he insist she join.

Just then, Jonathan's phone—left on the entryway table—started to ring.

Niamh was closer, so she picked it up out of habit, ready to hand it to him.

She glanced at the screen: a video call from Marina.

Jonathan took his time, changing into swim trunks before accepting the call. He settled into the steaming water, chatting with Marina as if Niamh wasn't there.

Niamh changed into her swimsuit, but she had no intention of joining Jonathan in his pool.

Staying in the room would only mean being forced to listen to Jonathan and Marina's long, intimate conversation. She'd rather have some peace to herself—maybe even find a spark of inspiration for her next design.

She slipped outside.

It was late. The world was quiet.

She found her way through a small grove of trees to a larger, secluded pool. The water shimmered under the moonlight, half-hidden by the shadows.

The pool was technically a public hot spring, but the entire Eastborough estate had been reserved by the Thomas family for the weekend. There was no one else around.

Niamh sank into the water. The heat seeped into her bones, easing the exhaustion she'd been carrying for weeks.

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