His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 304

“These are specially made for Grandpa—low in salt and oil, so they might taste a little different than before.”

A faint, charming smile tugged at the corners of Jonathan’s lips.

He took Niamh’s words as permission to start eating, so he grabbed a forkful of vegetables and tasted them.

The flavor was indeed much milder than he remembered.

Still, the dish was refreshing, and, though the taste had changed, it was just as delicious in its own way.

Jonathan ate quietly, bite after bite, steadily working his way through the food.

Clifford, still recovering, didn’t have much of an appetite.

Once he’d eaten his fill, he set his fork down and watched Jonathan eat alongside Niamh.

No matter what was on his plate, Jonathan’s manners never faltered; he ate with the same effortless poise and grace as always.

“Now do you see how good Nia is?” Clifford couldn’t help but remark.

He knew, of course, that anything he said now was probably pointless.

Jonathan finished the last of his meal and set his fork down gently.

“I always knew,” he said softly.

Niamh’s eyes lifted at his words.

In the reflection of her gaze, Jonathan’s expression was calm and sincere.

She could tell he wasn’t lying.

It was precisely because he recognized her value—her tireless dedication, her skill in the kitchen—that he’d never wanted to let her go so easily.

Niamh smiled to herself, a touch of irony in the curve of her lips.

Jonathan caught the look and, for the briefest moment, something stirred beneath his composed exterior.

Though Clifford was in good shape for his age, the doctors insisted he needed at least a month in the hospital to ensure a full recovery.

Niamh had been staying by his side throughout, especially at night, returning home each morning to prepare nutritious meals that Clifford liked.

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