His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 150

Jonathan emerged slowly from behind the hot air balloon, pushing a towering three-tiered cake and softly singing "Happy Birthday."

His singing…

was beautiful.

Somehow, the absence of music made it even better—his unaccompanied voice tugged at her heartstrings, clear and warm. For a fleeting moment, Niamh was thirteen again.

She felt as if she were dreaming.

She blinked, struggling to believe this was real. Even during those college days when Jonathan had pursued her so ardently, he had never given her such a romantic surprise.

Jonathan approached, smiling, his eyes shining with that deep, gentle light—the way sunlight sparkled on the ocean.

Niamh felt herself being pulled in, as if she might tumble into those eyes and never find her way out.

She held her breath, unable to calm the wild rhythm of her heart.

"Happy birthday."

Jonathan's voice was low and resonant, like the vibration of a cello string.

They stood face to face beneath a shower of colorful balloons raining down over their heads. The grand Thomas family manor and the massive hot air balloon nearby faded into the background, mere ornaments to the moment.

Niamh's thoughts spun; she stared at Jonathan, stunned and confused, watching as he drew a small, elegant gift box from the inside pocket of his suit.

"This is for you," he said.

She took the box but didn't open it right away.

Even now, everything felt surreal.

Was all this… really for her?

To celebrate her birthday?

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Even if Jonathan had prepared all this, surely it was her grandfather's idea.

"Thank you…" she murmured.

She tried to step around Jonathan, but he reached out and caught her gently by the arm.

"I'm right here. Where are you off to?" His voice was deep but so gentle.

Niamh was suddenly very aware of his hand on her skin, as if her arm were burning where he touched her.

"I… I wanted to see my grandfather…"

"There's no one else here," Jonathan said quietly, a knowing smile on his lips. "It's just us."

"What?" Niamh looked up at him, startled.

His smile deepened, as if he could see right through her.

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