His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 258

“Whatever you want.”

Jonathan tossed the words over his shoulder and walked away without looking back.

Niamh wasn’t surprised by his cold indifference.

But then, just as he passed her, Jonathan paused and spoke softly, almost as an afterthought:

“If he gives you any trouble, just call me.”

Niamh watched him go, her emotions tangled—she couldn’t have named what she was feeling if she tried.

Michael stood silently nearby. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze was icy and sharp.

“He loves Marina, not you. Don’t make a fool of yourself.”

Snapping out of her daze, Niamh frowned and turned to Michael.

“Did you need something?”

“Wait here a second.”

Michael popped open the trunk of his car and pulled out an enormous bouquet of red roses, wrapped in elegant paper.

“These are for you.”

He handed them over as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Red roses with thorns—suits you perfectly. I specifically asked the florist to leave every single thorn on.”

Niamh stared at him, baffled.

It was strange enough that Michael was giving her flowers, but keeping the thorns? That was just bizarre.

“Sorry, I’m allergic to pollen,” she said honestly.

“Really?” Michael tilted his head, skeptical. “That’s not just an excuse to turn me down, is it?”

“No, I’m genuinely allergic.”

Michael’s unwavering stare made Niamh’s skin crawl.

After a moment, he simply said, “Alright.”

Niamh thought he’d just take the bouquet back, but instead, Michael did something she never expected. Right in front of her, he began plucking the stamens out of each rose, one by one.

Niamh’s jaw dropped.

She drew in a sharp breath, too shocked to protest. She knew it was pointless anyway—Michael never listened to her.

His bare hands worked through the roses, and the thorns soon left fresh scratches across his skin.

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