His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 702

After draining the last drop of the remedy, Jonathan looked up at Niamh. Their eyes met for only a second before she quickly looked away. His gaze was too intense—it burned like fire, yet felt as gentle and deep as water, making it impossible to hold.

“Trying to seduce me with your looks won’t work,” she said, turning to leave.

“Don’t go…” Jonathan scrambled out of bed, but a wave of dizziness sent him crashing to the floor.

“Jonathan!” Niamh rushed over and helped him back up.

Just as he sat down on the edge of the bed, her phone rang. He caught a glimpse of the screen out of the corner of his eye—Elmer’s name was a glaring presence. On pure instinct, Jonathan grabbed her wrist. “Don’t answer it.”

Niamh was confused for a moment, then realized he must have seen the caller ID. Still weak from his illness, his grip was loose, and she easily pulled her wrist free.

“Hello, Elmer?”

There was a brief pause on the other end. “Nia… are you with Jonathan right now?”

His directness surprised her. “…Yes. Jonathan’s stomach condition flared up, so I’m at his place.”

Niamh vaguely remembered mentioning she wanted to check on her brand’s flagship store, but she had never set a specific day with him.

She glanced sideways at Jonathan. His face was now even paler than before. “If you need anything, call Prescott or the nurse. But I still think you should go to the hospital for a proper check-up.”

Niamh stood to leave, but Jonathan’s hand shot out and clamped around her wrist. “Don’t go…”

His grip was deathly tight. His hand was as cold as ever, but his palm was slick with sweat. Niamh turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his. They were filled with a desperate, humble plea.