His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 330

“Julian?”

“Yeah…”

Julian smiled, just as he had the first time they met—there was something so unmistakably youthful about him, that fresh-faced college energy that still lingered.

But Niamh couldn’t bring herself to smile back.

“Julian, do you know what time it is? What about your wedding?”

“I ran away,” he said.

Niamh froze.

He said it so casually, his smile never faltering, as if skipping his own wedding was as simple as skipping class.

A chill crept down Niamh’s spine.

Ran away? Did he mean… he ran out on his wedding?

“Niamh, I saved you. I’m the one who pulled you out of that mess… I’m your savior.”

Julian spoke as he stepped closer.

Niamh stared at him, wide-eyed.

He still looked like the Julian she remembered.

But something felt different, and the unease settled deep in her chest.

Seeing Niamh clutch the blanket tightly around her, Julian’s lips twisted into a faint smirk.

“What if I told you… you already belong to me?”

Niamh clenched her jaw, silent.

The coldness in Julian’s smile was nothing like the boy she remembered.

The Julian from her memories—before and after inheriting his family’s business—had always been kind, a little naïve, almost too good-hearted for his own good.

But now…

For the first time, Niamh felt afraid of him.

Julian leaned in, his weight pressing her back against the bed.

“What if I said… I’m going to keep you here, locked away, and you’ll never be able to leave again?”

He was so close she could feel his breath, each word a barely veiled threat.

Niamh didn’t look away from his burning, almost desperate gaze.

She stayed quiet for a moment, then shook her head.

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