His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 34

Niamh ignored Preston Winslow entirely, her gaze locked intently on Jonathan. He stared right back at her, unwavering.

That look in his eyes—cocky, rebellious, untouchable—it was exactly the same as the one he used to give her back at the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center.

Back then, when Niamh was just beginning to understand what it meant to fall in love, she had absolutely no defense against that gaze. The memory of her fluttering heart in those days was still vivid, no matter how much time had passed.

But now…

Niamh let out a weary sigh. "If you're that embarrassed, just sign the divorce papers. Once we're divorced, it won't matter if I end up begging on the street or collecting bottles for spare change—it won't have anything to do with you."

At that, Preston Winslow, who'd been standing nearby with his arms crossed, rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle he didn't fall over. "Come on, could you be any more pathetic? Begging on the street, picking up bottles… Just hearing you say that is enough to make me sick. Poor Jonathan—he's probably about to lose his lunch."

Annoyed by Preston's constant chatter, Jonathan gave him a shove, sending him off to join Marina and the others.

Jonathan took a step closer, his tall frame looming over Niamh so completely she almost felt swallowed up by his presence.

Behind her back, Niamh's hands clenched together in a tight, nervous knot.

Normally, she would have backed away. But today, a strange surge of anger kept her rooted to the spot, though she couldn't have said exactly what she was angry about.

So she didn't move.

Now the two of them stood face to face, so close that if not for the tension in their eyes and the stubborn set of their mouths, anyone passing by might have mistaken this for an intimate moment.

Marina watched from the sidelines, anxiety gnawing at her. She was secretly glad Jonathan thought Niamh had embarrassed him—nothing would please her more than for Jonathan to detest Niamh. But the sight of the two standing so close, as if Jonathan might lean down and kiss Niamh at any second, made her stomach twist with jealousy.

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