His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 713

The white terrace was bathed in the orange glow of the sunset, veiled in an almost romantic haze.

A man stood beside her, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing a hint of his collarbone. The evening breeze tousled his short, dark hair, letting a few strands fall across his brow in a way that was effortlessly charming.

Niamh slowly lifted her gaze. She noticed several people in the restaurant were looking their way, and she knew they weren't looking at her. They were looking at the man standing beside her.

In Niamh's memory, Jonathan rarely wore anything other than a suit. A simple white shirt, let alone one unbuttoned so casually, was a rare sight. It was clearly intentional.

"What are you doing here?" Niamh asked, breaking the silence.

Jonathan turned, his dark, ocean-deep eyes reflecting her image. "I came for you, of course. I've been standing here for ages, but you were too busy on the phone." First with Preston, then with Quentin.

To her surprise, Niamh saw a flicker of hurt on his face, as if he felt neglected. "Sorry, I didn't notice you."

"Is my presence that unnoticeable?"

Logically, Jonathan was the kind of person who commanded attention wherever he went. But Niamh had been completely absorbed in planning her new product line. "Perhaps," she replied.

Her answer made him frown. Jonathan would never believe he lacked presence. If Niamh hadn't noticed him, it could only mean that in her eyes, he had none. He couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

Booking a last-minute flight would be difficult, so Niamh eventually agreed. The jet was spacious and impressive; she'd been on it once before. That time, she and Jonathan had been on their way to Blackspire to get divorced. It was also the trip where she was kidnapped and nearly died.

Niamh and Jonathan sat next to each other in silence. He didn't know what memories she was replaying, but he knew they couldn't be good ones. Her face was too pale.

His thin lips parted to speak, but in that instant, he remembered—the last time Niamh was on this jet, it was to finalize their divorce in Blackspire. For her, the divorce itself might not have been a bad memory. But being kidnapped by Daniel Kingsley in Blackspire had likely left a permanent scar. Jonathan secretly clenched his fists. He had sworn to always protect her.

Niamh had taken out a pen and paper to sketch out some ideas, but a glance at Jonathan's face from the corner of her eye made her pause. She saw hatred in his expression—a look that seemed directed at himself. She shrugged, asked nothing, and returned to her drawing.

After a while, she heard his voice near her ear.