His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 44

Niamh had no idea what Jonathan was up to.

She figured he was at FY for business today—or maybe to drop off that bouquet of pink roses for Marina and squeeze in a meeting on the side. Either way, there was no reason he needed to show up in front of her.

After what happened at the hotel last time, being alone with Jonathan in a closed room made Niamh uneasy. In truth, she was both nervous and a little afraid. She kept her hands clasped behind her back, nails digging into her palms, eyes fixed anywhere but on Jonathan.

The air in the conference room felt strangely cold. Niamh couldn't tell if it was the air conditioning blasting or just Jonathan's presence chilling the space.

Jonathan stood blocking the door, silent and unmoving, leaving Niamh completely at a loss, her nerves fraying.

"I've heard all about it…" Jonathan finally broke the silence.

Niamh looked up at him, confused.

"Heard about what?"

"You're the only designer in your whole department who hasn't had a single design approved. Niamh, doesn't that embarrass you?"

She'd thought he had something important to say—she hadn't expected this.

"In design, it's normal to have your work rejected. If you can't handle a little criticism, maybe you're in the wrong field," she replied, trying to sound steady.

Jonathan actually laughed at that. "Is that what you call comforting yourself? Face it, you're just not cut out for this. Instead of pretending otherwise, maybe it's time to admit you have no talent."

His words burned. Did he seriously have nothing better to do than come here just to criticize her?

The tension between them was palpable, almost electric.

Suddenly, Jonathan grabbed her arm.

"Niamh, come home," he said.

She froze.

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