His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 27

If earlier, pressed by her circumstances, Niamh had actually considered getting into Jonathan's car, now, after hearing Marina's words, all she wanted was for the two of them to disappear from her sight as quickly as possible.

"No, I'll walk. I'm fine," she said curtly.

Jonathan glanced down, his eyes flickering to the blood trickling down Niamh's knee. His response was indifferent: "Suit yourself."

She shivered, a frail figure blurred by the pelting rain.

"Jonathan, are you really just going to leave Niamh out here like this? She's soaking wet!" Marina protested, seizing the opportunity to rest her manicured hand on Jonathan's thigh.

"She's the one who refused a ride," Jonathan replied flatly. Then, to the driver, Prescott, he said, "Let's go. We shouldn't keep Marina waiting."

A bolt of lightning tore the sky in two.

The black Maybach pulled away, vanishing from Niamh's sight. An instant later, thunder exploded overhead.

Niamh crouched on the curb, hugging her knees, unable to tell whether it was her battered body or her heart that hurt more.

She fumbled for her phone—thank God it was still there—and called the police. Then she dialed Lana.

Of all the things she could be thankful for at that moment, having her phone was at the top of the list. Without it, she wouldn't have had a clue what to do.

Niamh had expected Lana to arrive first, but instead, it was the ambulance that showed up.

Red and blue lights cut through the rain-soaked gloom.

"But I didn't call an ambulance," she muttered, bewildered. Maybe Lana had called for her?

The rain intensified. The Maybach's wipers swished back and forth at full speed.

In the backseat, both Marina and Jonathan were busy scrolling through their phones.

Marina: How did you mess this up? She's totally fine. Don't tell me none of those guys even laid a finger on her?

joker: She knows martial arts, put up a fight, and managed to get away.

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