His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 372

Worried that Niamh might be cold, Elmer slipped off his suit jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

“Maybe it’s because we talked so much tonight. My mind’s still racing…”

A faint, bittersweet smile touched Niamh’s lips.

“Are you still blaming yourself? I’ve already woken up, haven’t I? If anything, I got lucky in the end.”

She met Elmer’s gaze.

He had striking eyes—deep-set, dark irises that sparkled as if dusted with tiny gems.

“Was it really a blessing in disguise…” Niamh finally voiced the worry that had been gnawing at her.

Elmer had told her and Lana the whole story of what happened after he woke up—the kind of thing that sounded almost too dramatic to be real. A star student, struck by a car and left in a coma, only to miraculously wake up, turn into a prodigy, and earn a doctorate in two short years. Now, every major institution was vying for him.

But to Niamh, none of it made sense. His physical condition was just too unusual.

What if this was some kind of after-effect from his time in a coma? Worse, what if the whole miraculous transformation was hiding some deeper risk to his health?

“I feel like…I ruined your life,” she said quietly.

If that accident had never happened, Elmer would still have become the remarkable person he was—without detours, without the threat of any lingering side effects.

“That’s not true.”

Elmer shook his head.

“Actually…it’s the opposite. I ruined yours.”

Niamh glanced up, surprise flickering in her eyes.

At that moment, Elmer reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a small gift box.

“You already gave me that gorgeous dress. I can’t accept anything else from you,” Niamh protested, trying to refuse.

She was certain that the extravagant dress Elmer had bought for her was his way of repaying the enormous medical bills she’d paid for his treatment.

Elmer met her gaze, reading her thoughts.

No… It wasn’t about the money…

He held back the words.

“The dress was your armor for tonight. This,” he said, opening the box, “is for your nights after.”

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