His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 292

Julian’s eyes lit up with genuine interest.

“This set is even less my style,” Susy said, shaking her head, her lips curling into a faintly disdainful smile. “It’s so tacky—completely unfit for a proper family. Honestly, it looks cheap. The sort of thing only someone new to money would wear.”

Niamh just smiled, calm and unruffled. The pearl set she’d picked for Susy wasn’t just any jewelry—it was the final masterpiece of a legendary Van Cleef & Arpels designer before his retirement. The pearls were baroque, irregular, and rare—Tahitian, with a unique platinum-gray sheen. While most people preferred pearls that were perfectly round and white, the designer had deliberately chosen these unusual ones, each selected for its angle and luster, creating a set that was a conversation piece in itself.

Niamh had been surprised the boutique could even get their hands on it. And yet, Susy dismissed it without a second glance.

“I think it’s gorgeous,” Julian said suddenly, leaning in. “You’ve really got an eye, Niamh. No wonder you’re so well-known in the industry.”

Susy’s face fell. She’d tried on set after set, and Julian hadn’t offered a single compliment—yet the moment Niamh suggested something, he practically tripped over himself to agree.

“If you say that,” Susy replied with a sweet but biting smile, “maybe it just proves Niamh’s got a typical guy’s taste.”

With that, she swept into the changing room to try on another gown.

Left outside together, Niamh and Julian stood in an awkward silence. Julian looked as if he wanted to say something, searching for a way to start the conversation. But Niamh remembered her promise and pretended to focus on picking out new jewelry options for Susy, deliberately avoiding Julian’s gaze.

Julian lowered his eyes to hide the disappointment written across his face. He knew Niamh had promised his mother she’d stay away from him. He also knew, unavoidably, that his wedding was fast approaching.

He picked up a dazzling pearl-and-diamond tiara, its sparkle almost blinding beneath the boutique lights.

Just then, Susy emerged from the dressing room—just in time to see Julian placing the tiara gently atop Niamh’s head. It was the same tiara Susy had already chosen for her walk down the aisle.

The moment Niamh realized something was on her head, Julian quickly withdrew his hand. Their eyes met for a heartbeat—just long enough for a fleeting look of joy and longing to pass across his face.

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