His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 658

“You still haven’t answered the question I asked you last time.”

Niamh knew exactly which question Jonathan was referring to.

She had no idea why he had suddenly thought of Rina from the Juvenile Detention Center, but what did it matter if he had?

“Right now, I’m the one asking the questions… Why did you have people following and spying on me?”

Her choice of words was sharp—followed and spied on.

Jonathan’s refined features seemed to crumble. He frowned, a tightness in his chest making him feel dizzy and faint, as if his brain was starved for oxygen. “Why is it ‘spying and tracking’ when I have people watching you?” His voice was laced with a raw hoarseness. “Can’t it be that I’m trying to protect you?”

Niamh looked up. “And why would you need to protect me?”

“…” Jonathan took a deep breath. “There was a death at the Juvenile Detention Center.”

“What?”

“The head of the records department. He was shot and killed. The killer used a silencer and destroyed the surveillance footage, leaving no trace… Their motive was most likely the files stored in the system… like yours.”

Niamh was stunned. “But you don’t have to kill someone to get digital files…” As the words left her mouth, realization dawned on her. Killing wasn't necessary, which meant the perpetrator was supremely confident in their skills, viewing murder as a trivial, everyday act. Perhaps even a form of entertainment.

A chill ran down her spine. The face of the fake Jarrett materialized in her mind, merging with the identity of the mob assassin, Joker.

“Tch!” he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

If the plan had gone smoothly, Niamh would have been shot in the head right in front of Jonathan tonight. Just imagining the sight of Niamh’s brains splattering across Jonathan’s face sent a thrill through him.

Back at the Veritas Club’s rooftop pool, Jonathan pulled Niamh to her feet. As they broke the surface, he held her tightly against him, his body acting as her shield. Niamh could feel herself trembling, though she couldn’t tell if it was from the shock or the cold. She hadn't seen the laser sight herself, but Jonathan's explosive reaction told her everything she needed to know. Still, she couldn’t understand why a top-tier assassin would want to kill her. Was she some kind of big shot?

After they surfaced, Thomas’s security detail appeared. “Mr. Thomas, the opposite rooftop is clear. Looks like he got away,” one of them reported.

Jonathan let out a small sigh of relief but didn't release his grip on Niamh. Their soaking bodies were pressed together in full view of the crowd. A faint blush crept up Niamh’s cheeks, and she squirmed in his arms. “It’s over. You can let go of me now.”

Jonathan didn’t move.