His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 347

There was a chill between Jonathan and Niamh—an invisible but palpable distance.

Niamh couldn’t tell if it was the wine blurring her vision or if Jonathan’s expression was just that cold.

To her, Jonathan stood before her like a mountain of ice.

He was staring at her.

Unmoving.

She had expected to see mockery, maybe even contempt, in his eyes. But there was nothing—his gaze was frozen, unreadable, giving away no emotion at all.

“Jonathan, you’re here!” Marina called, waving him over as soon as she spotted him.

Only then did Jonathan shift his attention away from Niamh.

He took the empty seat next to Marina, passing Niamh without so much as a glance, as if she were invisible.

He didn’t say a word.

Neither did Niamh.

Marina, for her part, had thought Jonathan might at least comment on the wine that had been dumped all over Niamh. But he said nothing.

His silence delighted her.

So what if Niamh tried to play the victim in front of Jonathan? He couldn’t care less.

Marina’s spirits soared; her smile lit up her face, and even her food tasted better.

Niamh slipped away to the restroom to clean herself up as best she could. She dabbed at her face and tried to blot the wine stains from her uniform, not wanting to look completely humiliated.

There was only one set of staff uniforms, so changing was out of the question.

Luckily, the fabric was thick enough that the wine hadn’t soaked through. After a quick wipe-down, it was tolerable.

After doing what she could to regain her composure, she stepped out of the restroom—and nearly collided with Jonathan.

Silently, he held out a handkerchief.

Niamh didn’t take it.

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