His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 212

Jonathan shot Niamh a cool, sidelong glance.

“You can just pretend I’m craving your cooking again.”

It wasn’t until he mentioned it that Niamh realized—it had been ages since Jonathan last tasted any of her food.

“You ate my cooking every day for three years. Aren’t you sick of it? Sometimes it’s good to give your stomach a break and try something different.”

Jonathan caught the edge in her words, but didn’t respond right away. After a moment’s pause, he said quietly,

“Taking your medicine on time is better for your stomach than switching up the menu.”

Niamh shrugged, not caring whether Jonathan picked up on her real meaning.

She’d planned to head over to the finance office and arrange to take over all her mother’s hospital payments herself, but with Jonathan hovering nearby, it didn’t feel like the right time. She decided she’d take care of it another day.

They stood together at the entrance of Harmony Senior Residence, each getting ready to go their separate ways.

“You’re headed to see your grandpa, aren’t you!”

Jonathan couldn’t help but smile when Niamh’s eyes widened in surprise, as if to say, “How did you know?” He looked amused, as if her thoughts were always easy to read.

“Do you… want to come with me?”

It wasn’t until the words were out of her mouth that Niamh realized how much it sounded like an invitation, which wasn’t her intention at all.

“No, it’s fine.” Jonathan shook his head. “You go ahead. I’ve got to get back to the office.”

“Alright.”

Niamh breathed out, relieved.

Truthfully, she didn’t want Jonathan tagging along. She wasn’t just visiting Clifford for the autumn festival—she needed to ask about that ten percent share, and having Jonathan there would only make things awkward.

She turned to look for her car, but suddenly Jonathan caught her by the wrist.

Niamh started, her whole body tense.

He lifted her left hand, his grip gentle but firm, making her look at him in confusion.

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