His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 383

Jonathan’s eyelids lifted slightly, betraying a flicker of emotion.

He shouldn’t have been surprised by this outcome.

Ever since that day at Blackspire, after he’d shown Niamh the divorce papers, it was as if she’d plucked him clean out of her life.

The very night she received the papers, Niamh had walked out of the hotel and wasted no time cozying up with Julian.

And now…

Now, Elmer was by her side.

Elmer noticed Jonathan’s fists clenching tightly at his sides.

“Mr. Thomas, visiting a patient depends on what the patient wants. I think it’s best you head home.”

Jonathan didn’t waste a single word. He simply turned and left.

It was the dead of winter, yet he broke out in a sweat just from running out of the building.

Only to be shut out at the door.

For the first time, Jonathan felt like a complete fool.

From her hospital bed, Niamh could see the cityscape through her window with just a careless glance.

Down below, Jonathan was striding toward his imperial blue Bentley.

Elmer entered the room, noticing how Niamh had just turned her gaze away from the window.

“Apple, strawberry, mango, grapes… Which one would you like?”

“Hmm… I’ll stick with an apple.”

Elmer picked up a freshly washed apple, ready to peel it for her.

“I can do it myself,” Niamh said, reaching out her hand.

“You’ve got bandages all over your hands!” Elmer reminded her, and Niamh finally looked down at her fingers, wrapped thickly like a mummy. She gave a wry smile. “You’re right. I’m the patient now.”

Barely had Niamh been admitted to the hospital when Marina, together with Susy, organized a cocktail party.

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