His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 114

Niamh was about to leave when a WhatsApp message from Jonathan popped up:

Wait for me at the office. I'll be back soon.

She shot back a reply:

Work or personal?

Jonathan:

Personal.

So, Niamh didn't wait.

It was a rare day when she didn't have to stay late, and she was debating whether to catch the company shuttle or take the subway home. Before she could decide, a sleek black sedan pulled up in front of her.

Prescott was behind the wheel.

"Miss Rivers, please get in," he said politely.

"That's not necessary," Niamh replied, just as politely. "I can take the subway."

"I'm not just giving you a ride."

Prescott's words left her momentarily puzzled.

"This is Mr. Thomas's request," he explained.

Niamh's expression shifted ever so slightly.

She didn't like being at Jonathan's beck and call, but she also didn't want to make things difficult for Prescott. In the end, she climbed into the car.

Prescott drove her straight to a shopping mall, stopping directly outside a boutique Jonathan had specified.

Niamh caught sight of Jonathan as he arrived—fashionably late, as always. She couldn't help but find it a little amusing.

He could have easily picked her up on his way back from dropping Marina off.

Maybe he was worried Marina would mind. Or maybe he didn't want people at the office to get the wrong idea.

Either way, it was clear: compared to Marina, the "other woman," Niamh—the legitimate wife—was only fit to be chauffeured to the mall by an assistant.

If anything, she felt more like the mistress.

Noticing the faint displeasure on her face, Jonathan took the initiative. "Pick whatever you like. It's on me."

He was as cool and distant as always, but somehow, that only made him more alluring.

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