His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 102

She started to pick up her pace.

It seemed the person in the next lane understood Niamh's challenge and began to speed up as well.

The two of them were racing now, stroke for stroke. In the end, Niamh was just a second too late.

She surfaced, pulling off her goggles, and glanced over at the neighboring lane.

The swimmer there was doing the same, revealing his face.

"What are you doing here?"

Niamh's eyes widened in surprise when she realized it was Jonathan. "Didn't you go to the ball?"

"It ended ages ago."

Only then did Niamh realize just how long she'd been swimming.

Jonathan, still in the water, looked different from how he'd appeared earlier that day at the water park. He wore only swim trunks, his bare torso lean and sculpted, looking almost like a marble statue in the shimmering blue pool.

She hadn't even realized she was racing against Jonathan just now.

Well, no wonder she'd lost.

Niamh climbed out of the pool.

Jonathan remained in the water, but his gaze followed her as she stepped onto the deck.

Tonight she wore a simple black one-piece swimsuit, athletic and modest—nothing revealing, nothing flashy. Still, the sleek cut and high-quality fabric accentuated her curves in a way that was understated yet captivating.

Jonathan's eyes flickered, darkening for a moment.

"Done already?"

"I'm done."

"Because of me?"

Niamh paused mid-step.

Before she could answer, Jonathan spoke again: "Why didn't you go to the ball tonight?"

This time, Niamh turned to face him.

"My dress got ruined."

Jonathan's eyebrows lifted just a fraction.

"Marina's my roommate. She's the most likely culprit."

After she said it, Niamh saw the suspicion in Jonathan's eyes give way to a faint, skeptical smile.

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