His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 660

Jonathan caught up to her, grabbing her arm. “I made a promise… that I would protect you for the rest of my life.”

Niamh stopped in her tracks. That vow… that was what the Jonathan from the Juvenile Detention Center had said to Rina. She stared at him, then coldly shook his hand off. “A little late to remember that now, don’t you think?”

Jonathan froze. He wanted to tell her that he hadn’t just remembered—he’d simply been trying to fulfill his promise to the wrong person all this time. But before he could explain, Niamh had already returned to the pool party, pointedly engaging with other guests, making it clear she had no interest in hearing another word from him.

Once back in Aldenville, Niamh completely overhauled her security team. The fortress-like measures drew the attention of those close to her, namely Elmer and Lana. After their repeated questioning, Niamh finally confessed that she had been targeted by a sniper at the pool party in Port Solaris.

Both Elmer and Lana broke into a cold sweat. “Nia, who in the world would dare try to kill you in broad daylight?” Lana asked. Seeing Niamh’s silence, she thought for a moment before it clicked. “Is it… Jarrett?”

Or, as she should call him now, Joker.

“Yes… I think it’s him…” Niamh nodded, her expression puzzled. “Regardless of why he wants me dead, he’s an extremely dangerous person… You two need to stay away from me. At least until he’s caught, don’t come near me…”

“No way!” Lana immediately shot down the idea. “I know you’re worried about us, but that’s exactly why we need to be by your side now, when you’re the one being targeted!”

“Lana’s right,” Elmer chimed in.

Niamh looked from Lana to Elmer, her eyes filled with gratitude that quickly hardened into resolve. “You both have to listen to me on this. If you don’t… I’ll cut ties with you right now.” She said it with a finality that left no room for argument. Elmer and Lana knew she was serious.

“It’s about…”

Night fell, and the city lights began to glow. Niamh didn’t even realize when she had fallen asleep at her desk. She was jolted awake by the sound of a gunshot.

But no one had actually fired at her. She had been dreaming. In the nightmare, she was face-to-face with Jarrett, who suddenly drew a pistol. The dark, hollow muzzle was pointed right at her, as if it were a black hole sucking the very life from her body.

Niamh pressed a hand to her chest, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. The security team she’d hired was in position. She knew that. She knew she shouldn't be so on edge, but she couldn’t help the fear that crept in, especially when she was alone in the office. Loneliness, mingling with a terror that crawled up from the soles of her feet. The suffocating quiet of the office only magnified it. She had insisted on being alone, yet now she desperately wished someone was with her.

She felt so pathetic. The motion of picking up her phone was purely subconscious. By the time Niamh snapped back to reality, her phone screen was on the call interface, her thumb hovering over a name—Jonathan.