His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 352

Niamh glanced down at her hands.

There were cuts on her skin.

She’d gotten them while cracking open the king crab.

Even though Elmer White’s technique was helpful, it was almost impossible to break down such a massive crab without the right tools and not come away with a scratch.

“Thank you, but I’ve got it,” she said.

She reached for the first aid kit Jonathan was holding, but he didn’t hand it over.

“Let me help you,” he said softly.

“That’s not necessary. I can do it myself,” Niamh insisted.

She knew she needed to clean and cover her wounds, or they’d get in the way when she worked on the crown.

Jonathan must have realized that too—hence the first aid kit.

“Let me help you,” he repeated.

Niamh felt her irritation flare.

Was he really going to make a scene in front of so many people?

“I said I can manage,” she replied, her voice turning cool, her tone steely. “Or maybe you can give me a reason, Mr. Thomas—why, exactly, do I need your help?”

Jonathan fell silent.

Just then, Queen Elizabeth’s curious voice cut through the tension. “Forgive me for asking, but do you two know each other?”

Niamh and Jonathan both turned to her, answering in unison:

“She’s my—”

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