His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 381

The vast bedroom was utterly silent.

Niamh stood quietly, while Julian lay so still he might as well have been dead.

When Julian saw her enter, his eyes flickered with a brief light, but the deep hollows in his face only made his gaze seem unsettling.

Niamh poured him a glass of water and gently helped him drink.

The relief to his parched throat finally loosened his tongue.

“They sent you to talk sense into me, didn’t they?”

“Yes,” Niamh admitted without hesitation.

There was no reason to lie to Julian.

A bitter laugh escaped from deep in his chest.

“So, you’re here to convince me to marry Susy as well?”

His gaunt face twisted, dark and frightening.

“I’d rather starve myself than marry her. Why? Why can’t my devotion to you move you?”

“Because I don’t love you.”

Hearing Niamh’s answer again, so blunt and final, Julian’s anger boiled over; he swept his arm across the table, sending everything crashing to the floor. The clatter startled neither of them; the objects missed Niamh entirely and landed at Julian’s own feet.

“You’re cruel, Niamh… Why can’t you love me?”

“Because you’ll never beat Jonathan.”

At her words, Julian’s face went pale.

“So it’s Jonathan, isn’t it? You still love him?”

His voice was hoarse, almost pleading.

Niamh didn’t answer.

She stood before him, meeting his gaze.

Julian looked up at her, frail and desperate.

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