His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 310

By now, everyone knew it was only a matter of time before Niamh and Jonathan’s divorce became official.

Still, for the moment, Niamh was technically his boss’s wife.

Having dinner alone with her didn’t sit entirely right with Prescott. But when she called, he could hear something in her voice—clearly, she needed his help with something.

As Jonathan’s most trusted assistant, Prescott had earned a certain reputation. People often tried to cozy up to him, hoping to use him to get closer to Jonathan and score some benefit in return. Because of that, he rarely accepted dinner invitations.

But Niamh was different.

Prescott couldn’t be sure of much, but he was certain of this: Niamh would never use him for her own gain.

In the end, he ordered two bowls of spicy hotpot—one picked at random for himself, the other based on Niamh’s recommendation. As it turned out, her pick was far better.

Prescott hadn’t enjoyed a meal this much in ages. There weren’t many good places for hotpot near The Thomas Group’s offices.

“I’ve finished eating,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “It’s time you told me what you wanted.”

He watched as Niamh reached down and handed him a large bag.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Herbal soup,” she replied.

The moment she said it, Prescott understood exactly what she was after. The soup was, without a doubt, meant for Jonathan.

He glanced down at the hefty bag in his hands. There was enough soup in there for days.

“One packet, three times a day. That’s a week’s supply. Take it with you when you head out to Blackspire next week,” Niamh instructed, her tone careful but firm.

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