His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 424

Unlike Marina, who adored pastel pinks and girlish outfits, and unlike Ramona, who exuded sensuality in every glance and gesture, Niamh was something else entirely.

Jonathan had once described Niamh as “a glass of plain water”—utterly flavorless.

For three years of marriage, Niamh had been a full-time homemaker, rarely stepping into the public eye. She never bothered with makeup at home, which was why Preston always called her a frumpy housewife.

Compared to those immaculately styled women who thrived at social gatherings, Niamh truly was as plain as water.

And yet…

Only water truly quenches thirst.

Only water can be consumed endlessly, never harming the body.

And the more you drink, the sweeter it tastes.

“Are we just going to stand here all night?” Ramona finally broke the silence, unable to bear Jonathan’s brooding any longer.

“No. I’ve reserved a table,” Jonathan replied coolly, turning on his heel and striding ahead.

Ramona fell into step beside him.

She was the sort of woman who turned heads wherever she went—stunning, with a figure that drew envious glances, and a reputation as The Speed Queen. As they left the dazzling circuit, people watched her with admiration, some even stopping for her autograph.

But the man at her side didn’t spare her a second glance.

“So, Mr. Thomas—did you invite me out tonight for personal or professional reasons?” Ramona asked as she slid into the imperial blue Bentley.

Jonathan shot her a frosty look. “Whatever you want it to be.”

Ramona blinked, caught off guard. She studied the striking lines of his profile for a moment, then curled her crimson lips into a knowing smile.

The plane thundered skyward, cutting through the clouds.

Tonight, Niamh was flying with Peter to Varythia for a charity gala.

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