His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 344

Niamh was noticeably thinner than before she’d gone to Blackspire.

She wore no makeup, yet her beauty was strikingly effortless.

Preston Winslow couldn’t help but think—she must have been through hell these past few days.

Even he had felt suffocated just reading the torrent of online abuse hurled at her.

Regret and self-loathing gnawed at him.

He hadn’t been able to help her at all.

This five hundred thousand was his way of trying, however feebly, to make it up to her.

“I’m not trying to make things difficult for you…” Preston muttered under his breath.

He could more or less guess what was on Niamh’s mind.

She wouldn’t take his money, and Preston suspected it had something to do with Jonathan.

Every time Jonathan’s name came up, Niamh wore the same guarded expression she had now.

Preston’s brow furrowed before he realized it. In the past, whenever he saw Niamh losing sleep over Jonathan, pining for him, he’d secretly looked down on her—thought she was desperate, had no self-respect.

But now…

Now, any hint that Niamh’s thoughts might be tangled up with Jonathan left Preston deeply irritated.

They’re divorced. Why should she care about him anymore?

He almost said it, but the words caught in his throat.

“So… what are you going to do now?”

“I’ll just find a job, I guess!” Niamh glanced back with a wry smile.

It was clearly a forced smile, but Preston found himself transfixed by it.

In the end, they agreed—if she ever truly needed that five hundred thousand, she’d come to him for it, no questions asked.

Only then did Preston reluctantly take the bank card back.

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