His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 67

"I'll get it right away!"

Prescott instantly caught Jonathan's meaning and darted off.

Niamh didn't dare nap for too long. She set an alarm and woke up before lunch break was over.

When she opened her eyes, the only person left nearby was Prescott, already back at his desk, immersed in work.

That's when Niamh noticed a blanket had been draped over her shoulders at some point—a thin, soft charcoal wool throw.

"Thank you!"

She handed the blanket back to Prescott with a grateful smile.

Prescott accepted the blanket but looked puzzled, not quite understanding what Niamh was thanking him for.

It was Niamh's first day at The Thomas Group, and she ended up working late, not leaving until ten that night.

For the next week, not once did she clock out on time.

Every evening, Lana called to check on her. The moment she heard about the overtime, she would rant about Jonathan being a heartless capitalist, deliberately making Niamh's life miserable.

Niamh knew perfectly well Jonathan was doing it on purpose.

He wanted to push her back into being a housewife.

"Niamh, did you finish that price list I gave you?"

A woman named Jayne appeared beside Niamh's desk.

She was from Administration, and Niamh knew she was close with Marina.

"Not yet."

At that, Jayne's face fell and she complained, "How come it's not done yet? I gave it to you three days ago—it's due tomorrow!"

"I'll have it ready tonight," Niamh promised, though she had little choice.

The truth was, compiling price lists wasn't even part of her job. She'd tried to refuse when Jayne handed it off to her, but Marina had whispered in Jonathan's ear, and so Jonathan had assigned it to her.

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