His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 52

"But you have a job, too. Staying overnight to look after her is exhausting, and if you don't sleep well, how are you supposed to go to work the next day?" Jonathan's voice was as calm and aloof as ever, but everyone could hear the concern he had for Marina.

"See, Marina? Even if you want to, Jonathan can't bear to let you do it," Lucy chimed in, fanning the flames. The relatives began showering Marina with praise, making her cheeks flush a deep red.

The mood in the hospital room was warm and harmonious—until Jonathan's tall figure loomed in front of Niamh.

The chatter died instantly. Every pair of eyes landed on Jonathan and Niamh.

Marina, in the middle of peeling an apple, tightened her grip on the paring knife.

She knew Jonathan was just worried about her, but she genuinely wanted to stay and help. This was the perfect chance to prove herself, and she wasn't about to let it slip by.

Niamh tilted her head up, meeting Jonathan's eyes—eyes as cold and clear as tequila over ice.

"You're staying tonight."

It wasn't a question or a suggestion. Jonathan spoke in a tone that brooked no argument.

Niamh's fist clenched at her side.

"I have a job, too. I have to go in tomorrow."

"Then quit."

Niamh stared at him, shock and disbelief widening her eyes. Jonathan just shrugged and gave a careless smile.

"Don't tell me you actually think your job is as important as Marina's?"

Most of the Thomas relatives didn't even know Niamh was a jewelry designer at FY, just like Marina. The gossip columns had mentioned it, but all anyone cared about were those ambiguous photos of Niamh and Julian.

Niamh wanted to remind Jonathan that she and Marina worked at the same company, in the exact same position.

But the words caught in her throat.

Of course Jonathan knew.

What he really meant was, even if she and Marina did identical work, only Marina's job mattered.

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