His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 753

Flynn tilted his head, not quite understanding why a single piece of candy would be treasured so dearly. But Niamh was gripping it tightly.

An hour later, Flynn left Niamh’s house. Outside the complex, Jonathan pushed aside the leaves of a large banana tree and peered out. Seeing Flynn leave, he let out a faint sigh of relief.

His gaze drifted to Niamh’s window, which suddenly went dark. She must be asleep, he thought, his eyes fixed on the black square.

Inside, Marlin was sleeping soundly, but Niamh was wide awake. Her bed was right next to the crib, close enough to reach out and touch him. Normally, she would have poked his round, soft cheek, but not tonight. Her hand was closed around the candy Jonathan had given her. She held it so tight that the crinkled wrapper left a red imprint on her palm, but she didn’t let go.

In the darkness, her soft, bitter voice whispered, "Jonathan, why are you doing this to yourself?"

Niamh slowly closed her eyes.

She was woken by the sound of Marlin's crying. She lifted him from his crib and gently kissed his forehead. "Ma... Mama..." Marlin’s tears turned into a smile. He was an easy baby to soothe; a simple hug and a kiss were enough to make him feel secure again.

"Are you hungry? Why don't you sit in your high chair while I make you some food?" After settling Marlin down, Niamh went to the kitchen. She was running low on baby food; if Jonathan hadn't brought some last night, her options this morning would have been limited.

As soon as Jonathan stepped inside, he saw Marlin licking his lips. Last night, Flynn had been holding the baby, so he hadn't gotten a good look at his features. Now, with the chance right in front of him, he couldn't help but stare. Most babies looked alike, but Marlin was a year old, his features beginning to define themselves. Though a boy, he was as lovely as a little girl and carried hints of Niamh in his face.

Jonathan knelt, noticing the half-eaten bowl of food on the small high chair tray. "Oh, you were feeding him. I'm sorry to interrupt," he said, looking up at Niamh.

Niamh was taking the breakfast items out of the bag Jonathan had bought. At the very bottom, she found another piece of candy. It was different from last night's, but it was another one of the types he had given her back when she was in solitary confinement at the center.