His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 131

She and Peter weren't exactly close, but they'd known each other for years.

In her memory, Peter had always been approachable, almost gentlemanly in his manner, and it was rare to ever see him lose his temper.

But it didn't take Niamh long to realize that Peter was just putting on a show.

He was acting the part of her protective boyfriend, making a deliberate effort to defend her.

Jonathan, on the other hand...

He wasn't pretending.

That was just how Jonathan was when it came to Marina.

A party that had started out lively and lighthearted was now suddenly charged with tension.

Jonathan and Peter squared off for a long, uncomfortable moment before Jonathan finally broke into a crooked smile.

"I guess I really am a hypocrite sometimes," he said.

He left it at that, but everyone caught the implication:

So what are you going to do about it?

Truth was, there wasn't much Peter could do.

Especially when the whole situation between Niamh and Jonathan was really none of his business anyway.

"You guys have fun," Peter said at last. "I'll take my girlfriend and head out. The flowers in here are a bit much for her—she's allergic to pollen."

Everyone knew "girlfriend" meant Niamh.

She caught the cool, sardonic curl of Jonathan's lips.

She understood that look all too well.

Jonathan probably thought Peter was just making an excuse to get her out of there.

He still didn't know...

She really was allergic to pollen.

Jonathan didn't stop them. Neither did Marina.

After all, this whole party had been Marina's idea—to let everyone in the department see for themselves how Jonathan treated her.

And how he treated Niamh.

She wanted to put an end to those rumors, to finally shake off that "other woman" label.

Marina was sure that after tonight, gossip would spread through the office that she and Jonathan were living together, and that he even cooked for her himself.

Peter draped his arm around Niamh's shoulder and walked her out of Jade Peak House, but they hadn't even left the neighborhood before Jonathan caught up with them.

He'd taken off his apron, and even without his suit jacket, the intensity he carried was impossible to ignore.

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