His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 420

“Didn’t you order any takeout for yourself?”

Niamh noticed that Jonathan’s hospital room was completely devoid of food.

Jonathan’s sharp gaze fell on the large, three-tiered lunch carrier in Niamh’s hands.

“I thought you cooked something for me,” he said, his voice cool and distant.

Niamh was taken aback, glancing awkwardly at the lunchbox she was holding.

“This? Oh—this isn’t for you.”

“Then who’s it for?”

There was no mistaking the interrogative edge in Jonathan’s tone.

Niamh frowned.

“Who I made it for doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“What do you mean, it doesn’t have anything to do with me?”

Jonathan tried to sit up, but the pain from his stitches stopped him cold.

Worried he’d tear his wound, Niamh hurried to fetch a doctor. The doctor sternly reminded Jonathan to rest properly and not get worked up.

Jonathan lay back down, looking utterly defeated, as if life had lost all meaning.

Niamh never imagined a meal she’d cooked herself could upset Jonathan this much. He’d eaten her cooking every day before and never seemed especially fond of it.

“…Just go.”

Jonathan’s words came so abruptly, they caught Niamh off guard.

“There’s no need for you to come tomorrow, either.”

Niamh blinked, feeling as though she’d just been fired by her own patient.

Without saying a word, she left Jonathan’s room.

Before leaving the hospital, she stopped by the chief physician’s office to check on Jonathan’s recovery.

Word got around that Jonathan had hired another caregiver, and Preston, curious, decided to visit.

He found Jonathan looking like someone owed him a fortune.

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