His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 200

Jonathan never imagined his car would actually fail to catch up with Niamh's.

Nor had he expected Niamh to be such a skilled driver.

But he certainly hadn't wanted to see her speeding like that.

To save time, Niamh hadn't bothered booking a decent hotel along the way. Wherever she happened to stop, she'd just make do with a night in some highway motel.

Four days later, she finally arrived at the factory to collect the raw stones.

Selecting the right material for jade is crucial, and Niamh didn't find the trip especially exhausting. She'd planned to come in person anyway, to handpick the stones alongside the delivery truck.

Once she'd made her choices, there was only enough room for the raw jade in her own trunk.

The rain was still coming down. Niamh's car, clearly not built for this kind of heavy load, started signaling a fault halfway down the road.

With no other choice, she pulled over onto the highway's emergency lane.

She didn't have an umbrella in the car, so when she got out to check on the engine, she was instantly drenched, rain soaking her from head to toe.

Autumn rain always brings a chill. The icy water pelted her skin, raising goosebumps across her arms.

Her hair and clothes were soaked through, water dripping down from her forehead, blurring her vision.

She had only a basic set of tools in the car, so her attempt at repairs was rough at best.

She tried everything she could, but the car just wouldn't start again.

Even if she called for a tow, what about the raw jade in the trunk?

Dusk was closing in. Standing alone on the side of the highway, watching cars stream past, Niamh felt helplessness rising within her, threatening to drown her.

Suddenly, headlights flashed in her direction.

High beams and low beams alternated, intentionally catching her attention.

Niamh squinted, watching as the car slowed, hazard lights blinking, and then pulled over into the emergency lane beside her.

Even in the downpour, the car was impossible to miss.

When she saw the imperial blue Bentley stop right in front of her, her heart skipped a beat.

Jonathan stepped out, holding a black umbrella.

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