His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 422

He folded his arms across his chest, his sharply defined face set in a cool, unreadable expression.

Even those lips of his, naturally curved as if made for smiling, couldn’t soften the sternness etched across his features.

Now that Niamh had confirmed it, Preston realized he hadn’t been mistaken—the man sitting in the VIP box really was Jonathan.

“So? Well? Is it Jonathan or not?”

Urged on by Preston’s impatience, Niamh lowered her binoculars.

“Yeah, it’s Jonathan…”

“I knew I wasn’t seeing things!”

Preston, satisfied, stroked his chin, but his brow furrowed with confusion.

“But this is weird. Why would Jonathan come to a race like this? And he didn’t even bring his wife…”

In Preston’s memory, Jonathan had never shown much interest in motorsports. The last time he’d even attended a race was because Preston had dragged him along.

So what was Jonathan doing here, now of all times, sitting in a sky-high VIP seat that even Preston couldn’t score?

“It couldn’t be…”

A sudden thought struck Preston.

“Don’t tell me Jonathan came all the way here just to watch that Ra-something compete?”

“Ramona…” Niamh supplied, just as car number 11 blazed across the finish line in first place.

“Huh?” Preston cocked his head at her. “You actually remembered her name?”

He said it just in time to catch the way the corner of Niamh’s mouth curled, cold and wry.

So she does care, after all, Preston thought. Given that Niamh was known as The Speed Queen back in Aldonia, it was only natural she’d pay extra attention when she met her match.

But for Preston, Jonathan’s presence here only deepened the mystery.

As for Niamh, her focus was clearly elsewhere—squarely on Ramona.

After claiming victory, Ramona stepped out of her fire-red Ford, pulling off her helmet and shaking loose her long, glossy curls.

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