His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 20

Niamh snapped back to attention and nodded to the Dean.

She hadn't volunteered at the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center to relive the sweet memories of her teenage years with Jonathan, and certainly not to wallow in regret over all that had changed.

She just wanted to do something meaningful.

Taking a deep breath, Niamh was about to step into her office when she noticed something happening at the end of the hallway.

A group of rough-looking teenagers had cornered a young instructor, whose gentle features made him look even younger—almost like a student himself.

It was easy for Niamh to tell them apart; the students' uniforms were different from the staff's.

In theory, instructors were there to keep these troubled teens in line. But this particular one looked so out of place, so fresh-faced, that surrounded by these streetwise kids, he just seemed destined to be bullied.

"What's going on here?" Niamh called out, striding over.

The students turned to see a striking woman in a sharp business suit walking towards them. One of them let out a low whistle; another muttered for her to mind her own business.

"You're all underage. Sure, if you get into a fight, the police won't lock you up. But if you mess with an instructor, I can call your parents and make sure you spend a few more years here. Wouldn't want you to waste your youth in this place, right?"

Her tone was light, almost joking, but the group of teens clearly didn't find it funny.

Their ringleader clicked his tongue in annoyance, but grudgingly signaled for the others to back off.

"Are you alright?" Niamh asked, stepping up to the young instructor.

"I'm fine. Thanks for stepping in!" he replied, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward smile that made him look even more like a high schooler.

He extended his hand to her. "Hi, I'm Julian Neville. You must be the new counselor, right?"

Niamh shook his hand. "That's right. I'm Niamh."

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