His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 147

Niamh felt as if someone had stomped hard on her heart.

She shoved Jonathan away with a sudden force.

Wine splashed from Jonathan's glass, soaking his shirt and dripping down his tailored suit. The crisp white fabric was now stained, his jacket damp, but the calm, confident smile never left his lips.

Niamh glared at him, her hands clenched into tight fists.

It was always like this.

Jonathan could rattle her with just a few words, yet he himself remained unruffled, as if nothing could touch him.

Niamh bit down on her lower lip.

The commotion drew Peter and Marina from across the room.

Susy, standing with Julian, noticed how his eyes kept flicking toward the balcony, as if something—or someone—out there mattered more to him than the conversation at hand.

Curious, Susy followed his gaze.

She watched as Peter moved to stand protectively beside Niamh, while Marina hurried to Jonathan's side.

Marina immediately produced a handkerchief, dabbing at Jonathan's shirt and jacket, already sending a message to Prescott to fetch a fresh suit.

Peter gave Niamh a quick once-over, searching for any sign that Jonathan had crossed a line.

But Niamh's clothes were in order, her hair unruffled. Only her pale face and the redness gathering in her eyes betrayed the storm inside her.

"Are you alright?" Peter asked gently.

"I'm fine," she answered, though her chest still heaved with anger. Even she wasn't sure if her fury was aimed at Jonathan—or herself.

Peter watched her for a moment, then turned to Jonathan. "I can cover the cost of Mr. Thomas's suit."

Jonathan's expression didn't change. He glanced at Niamh before looking back at Peter.

"No need," Jonathan replied smoothly. "Niamh will take care of the cleaning for me."

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