His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 788

“What is it?” he asked, shooting to his feet and striding to the bathroom door. “Niamh, is something wrong?”

“...No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just… ahem, I forgot to bring in my robe.”

Hearing the hesitation in her voice, Jonathan couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “I think it’s on the balcony. I’ll get it for you.”

From inside, Niamh heard his voice and felt as if he were teasing her. Soon, a knock sounded at the door. Jonathan was back.

She carefully opened the door just a crack. Jonathan’s arm reached in, holding the dry robe. “Thanks…” Niamh said as she took it, but then she noticed he wasn't pulling his arm back.

“What do you think would happen,” his voice, tinged with amusement, drifted into the bathroom, “if I just pushed the door open right now?”

“You rogue!” Niamh snapped.

A hearty laugh came from outside the door, and she saw his arm retreat. Breathing a sigh of relief, she put on the robe and stepped out to find Jonathan sitting on the sofa, working on his laptop.

“Marlin and the others are at Thomas Manor. You can video call him.”

“Oh, great!” A smile blossomed on Niamh’s face. For some reason, the name Thomas Manor gave her a profound sense of security.

While Jonathan showered, she spent the time on a video call with Marlin. She had been worried that her one-year-old son would struggle in a new environment without his mother, crying and fussing all the time. But the moment the call connected, Marlin’s big, smiling face filled the screen.

Prescott had given Clifford a detailed rundown of the situation before the plane even landed. Clifford was as happy as a playful old man to learn that Niamh was alive. Prescott hadn’t hidden Marlin’s origins, making it clear that the boy was Niamh’s son with someone else, not Jonathan. But Clifford didn't seem to care. The second he saw Marlin, he treated him like his own great-grandson, hugging and kissing him nonstop.

Hayes and Carlotta were also staying at Thomas Manor. Although they were living under someone else’s roof, Clifford treated them like honored guests. On the call, Niamh saw that everyone in the manor was fussing over Marlin as if he were their one and only master.

She was torn between amusement and exasperation. Her attention was so focused on Marlin that she didn’t even notice when Jonathan, fresh from his shower, came to stand beside her.

Suddenly, Marlin, who was holding a snack in one hand and a toy in the other, shouted out loud, “Daddy!”