They used to share a room whenever they visited the old house together.
And right now, technically, she and Jonathan were still married.
Even if it was just to keep Grandpa happy, she and Jonathan shouldn’t be sleeping in separate rooms.
But the thought of sharing a bed with Jonathan again made Niamh’s skin crawl.
“Are you staying here tonight, too?” she asked softly.
Jonathan just shrugged and flashed her a lazy grin. “What, I can’t stay at my own grandfather’s house?”
“That’s not what I meant…” Niamh began, but before she could finish, Jonathan turned to Hazel.
“Hazel, could you get two rooms ready for me and Mrs. Lancaster?”
Hazel looked momentarily surprised but didn’t ask questions. She just nodded and hurried off to follow Jonathan’s instructions.
Once Hazel was gone, Jonathan glanced at Niamh with a casual smirk. “Happy now?”
Niamh opened her mouth, inhaling a sharp breath, but couldn’t find a reply.
Just then, Jonathan’s phone rang. He answered it right in front of her.
“Hello? Marina…”
Niamh’s eyes flicked upward.
It seemed like every time Jonathan came to the old house, Marina would call. Niamh knew perfectly well why: Marina was terrified that something might happen between her and Jonathan under Grandpa’s watchful eye.
“No, we’re in separate rooms,” Jonathan said, glancing at Niamh with a slight, knowing smile.
Niamh watched him speak to Marina for a moment, then turned away and headed into the room Hazel had prepared.
The two guest rooms were right across from each other. Niamh’s was the one on the left.
She stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind her—though she realized how unnecessary that was. Jonathan wasn’t the type to sneak in on her in the middle of the night.
With a sigh, she unlocked the door again.
She slept deeply that night—no dreams, just quiet rest.
When Niamh finally woke, she rubbed her eyes and let out a long yawn.
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