His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 442

If Jonathan were doing all this for Marina, Marigold could almost understand it.

But Jonathan was doing it for Niamh.

First, he’d thrown down five hundred million dollars for Niamh.

Now he was onstage as some award presenter, holding Niamh’s hand and refusing to let go.

The more Marigold thought about it, the more exasperated she became, rolling her eyes in frustration.

What was so special about Niamh, anyway?

Sure, she was pretty, but aside from that, she didn’t have much going for her—no impressive family, no extraordinary background. She couldn’t hold a candle to someone like Ramona.

“One of these days I really ought to take him to St. Giles’ Abbey, have Father Benedict see if he’s picked up some bad luck or something,” Marigold muttered under her breath.

Beside her, Hayes and Carlotta sat riveted, eyes fixed on the stage where Niamh and Jonathan’s hands were still entwined.

It wasn’t until Jonathan’s usually cold palm grew warm that he finally released her.

Niamh immediately pulled her hand back. As she turned to leave, she heard Jonathan’s voice drift after her, light as air:

“You only get to walk away if I let go first.”

Niamh paused mid-step and looked back.

Jonathan was smiling at her—a smile equal parts seductive and dangerous, lips tipped in a wicked curve.

“If I decide not to let go…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he turned and strode off the stage in the opposite direction.

Niamh returned to her seat, unsettled by a turmoil she couldn’t quite name.

Just then, Michael handed her a napkin.

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