His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 202

Niamh could practically hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

She rolled over, forcing herself to fall asleep.

Just as she thought Jonathan must have dozed off long ago, his voice drifted quietly from behind her. “Good night.”

Without realizing it, Niamh slipped into sleep. Maybe the exhaustion of traveling these past few days finally caught up with her, because this time, she overslept until late morning.

When she woke, Jonathan was already up and dressed, a bag of breakfast in his hands.

“There’s only fast food around here—just a breakfast combo from KFC. Hope that’s alright.”

“This is great, actually,” Niamh replied.

She would never turn up her nose at a KFC breakfast, even if it was just reheated and packaged.

What she really worried about was whether Jonathan could stomach it.

The two of them sat across from each other in the cramped hotel room, eating burgers. More than once, Niamh almost asked if Jonathan’s stomach problems had flared up again.

But every time she opened her mouth, the words stuck in her throat. After all, Jonathan had Marina looking after him now—she had no right to be concerned.

She and Jonathan… It was best described as a doomed entanglement.

Once they finished eating, they hit the road again.

The rain had finally stopped, so Jonathan pressed down a little harder on the gas, but Niamh no longer felt the restlessness that had gnawed at her before.

The project no longer required her raw materials.

A week and change passed in this coming and going. When Niamh returned to The Thomas Group and saw Marina again, there was a triumphant gleam in Marina’s eyes.

“The higher-ups decided to go with my design,” Marina announced. “Too bad you made the trip for nothing.”

“It’s no big deal,” Niamh replied, turning to leave—but Marina stepped in front of her.

“I know Jonathan drove you back.”

“Oh…”

Niamh’s response was cool, almost indifferent. Marina bit her lip.

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