His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 16

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"But I really don't see why I have to go," Niamh said, turning her head.

"Granddad's been saying all morning how much he misses you. Today's dinner is back at Thomas Manor."

Jonathan's grandfather, Clifford Thomas, had always been the one who treated Niamh the best after she married into the Thomas family.

Unlike Jonathan's polite but distant kindness, Clifford's was genuine, warm from the heart.

Niamh hesitated, her foot hovering in the air, but eventually she stepped back from the curb.

She walked over to the passenger side and opened the car door—only to find someone inside that caught her off guard.

"Miss Rivers, fancy seeing you again." Marina flashed a charming smile.

She wore a blush-gray suit, sweet yet sophisticated, and around her neck hung the same pink diamond necklace Jonathan had once given her. The bouquet of pale pink roses in her lap—Niamh didn't need to ask who they were from.

Niamh couldn't help but remember her college days, when Jonathan had courted her. He brought her pink roses every single time, and even after they started dating, every date began with the same flowers.

Her roommate used to tease her, saying she must be Jonathan's perfect rose—soft and delicate—so that's why he always brought them.

Looking back now, maybe people in love really do lose their senses; maybe those around them do, too.

Niamh quietly took the back seat.

"Miss Rivers… Actually, maybe I should just call you Niamh? We're getting to know each other so well, calling you Miss Rivers feels a bit strange," Marina chattered on, oblivious to Niamh's silence.

"Oh, and please don't get the wrong idea! My family and the Thomases have been close for ages, so Jonathan only invited me to the family dinner because of that."

Marina glanced at Niamh in the rearview mirror and noticed how pale her lightly made-up face looked, even more so than before.

"Jonathan and I went to high school together. Back when we dated, I used to visit the Thomases all the time. They were so nice to me, treated me like one of their own."

"Jonathan, do you remember the time I broke Grandpa's favorite antique vase? I was so clumsy, but you took the blame so I wouldn't get in trouble…"

"That was years ago…" Jonathan replied, keeping his eyes on the road. "Honestly, I shouldn't have brought you into Granddad's study in the first place. That one was on me."