His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 343

Ravenplume Peak wasn’t nearly as menacing in the daylight as it was at night, but the winding mountain roads were still a nightmare to drive.

“Come on, Mr. Winslow—are you being serious right now?” Niamh leaned out her window, her voice carrying across the gap between her and Preston Winslow.

She was sitting in a sunset-orange BMW coupe, courtesy of Preston himself.

He was driving an identical model, except his was a sleek matte gray.

Truth be told, if you asked Niamh, their personalities would suit the colors swapped—she was more of the matte gray type, and Preston, with his brash energy, was made for sunset orange.

“A man’s word is his bond!” Preston grinned and shot her a dramatic thumbs-up.

They used an app to set the start signal, and the two cars shot off in unison.

For a moment, they were neck and neck. But it wasn’t long before Niamh’s orange coupe surged ahead, leaving Preston’s gray BMW in the dust.

By the time Niamh reached the finish, she’d been waiting by her car so long her legs were starting to ache before Preston finally rolled up.

He climbed out, feigning disappointment. “Honestly, I thought with everything you’ve had going on lately, your driving would suffer. I figured maybe, just maybe, I’d have a chance at beating you this time!”

Niamh couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe mood does affect driving, but… who says I’ve been in a bad mood lately?”

Preston started to answer, then caught himself and clamped a hand over his mouth.

Everyone in their business circle knew about Niamh’s scandals. Preston had wanted to reach out for ages, but his father had forbidden it. Now, with the rumor mill painting Niamh as a walking disaster—someone you’d be insane to get involved with—Preston had waited and waited, hoping things would blow over. When her name finally dropped off the trending list, he’d wasted no time in calling her up and inviting her out for a race.

“Forget all that,” Preston said, forcing a smile. “Let’s talk about our little contest.”

Niamh managed a wry smile. What was there to say? She’d wiped the floor with him.

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