His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 558

She came all this way to his office just to bring him this cake?

And she was dressed like a tomboy, without an ounce of femininity.

Jarrett scoffed inwardly.

“You mentioned the other day that the new system development wasn’t going smoothly and you’ve been working overtime,” Lana explained. “So… I wanted to surprise you with something to cheer you up.”

“Is that so…” Jarrett’s response was lukewarm.

In truth, his work was going perfectly fine, and he hadn’t been working overtime at all. He’d only told Lana that because she’d messaged him on WhatsApp asking if he wanted to see that new blockbuster movie. It was a flimsy excuse, but a woman as naive as Lana had not only believed it, she’d actually taken it to heart.

Jarrett glanced down at the cake on his desk. Receiving a gift as crudely made as this was hardly something to be happy about.

“I’m very surprised. Thank you for the gift,” he said, the words feeling hollow.

Lana scratched the back of her head and gave a shy smile. “It’s my first time baking a cake, so I have no idea if it tastes any good.”

Jarrett’s eyes flickered up. “You baked this yourself?”

“Yeah!” Lana nodded. “I’m not like Niamh, who’s a natural in the kitchen. I practiced for a long time, but this was the best I could do…” Her voice trailed off, growing smaller with each word.

Jarrett had been completely uninterested in the cake, but if Lana had truly baked it herself, then this was the first handmade gift he had ever received in his life—a gift made just for him.

“Really? I’m so glad you like it!” Lana was overjoyed, her heart blooming with happiness. She had never seen Jarrett eat anything so quickly before.

“Yes, I love it. This is the best cake I’ve ever had in my life.”

Hearing the conviction in his voice, Lana touched her warm cheeks and smiled with pure bliss.

Jarrett had told Lana many lies. In fact, he had hardly ever told her the truth. But this sentence, this one time, came straight from the heart.

They shared the rest of the cake together. Lana’s feelings were easy to read. Her blush suggested she thought his praise was a reflection of his affection for her—that he loved the cake because he loved the one who made it. But that wasn’t it at all. Jarrett was simply praising the cake.

Just as they were finishing, Lana’s phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Niamh.