His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 90

Niamh had no interest in tangling with a foul-mouthed drunk.

But as soon as she tried to leave, the man grabbed her wrist in a rough, possessive grip.

"Hey, did I say you could go? You bumped into me and hurt me—aren't you going to make it up to me?"

Niamh struggled to break free, but even though people walked by and saw her being hassled, no one stopped to help. She guessed this guy must be a regular around here.

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this, dressed so uptight? Aren't you hot? Let me help you out of those clothes."

His hand reached for her collar, but Niamh twisted his wrist sharply and, seizing the moment, delivered a hard kick squarely between his legs.

His scream echoed down the hallway as Niamh bolted from the club, sprinting down the main street. She didn't stop running until she reached a busy boulevard, the crowds surging all around her. Only then did she begin to calm down, certain the drunk wouldn't dare follow her this far.

A shiver ran through her as the adrenaline faded.

She bitterly regretted ever setting foot in The Gatsby Club that night. Not only had she been humiliated, but she'd barely escaped being assaulted. Her eyes burned with unshed tears. The ache in her chest threatened to spill over, but she forced herself to hold it in.

The next day, Jonathan didn't show up at the office. Marina had called in sick as well.

Rumors swirled: Jonathan and Marina had gone out on a date, or maybe Jonathan was taking her to try on wedding dresses. Whatever the story, as long as both of them were gone, everyone at the company assumed they were together.

Jade Peak House.

Jonathan lay sprawled on the king-sized bed in the master suite, nursing a pounding hangover.

"Jonathan, I made you some hangover soup. Drink it while it's hot," Marina said as she walked in, carrying a steaming bowl.

She wore a pale silk nightdress, her hair still damp and scented from a fresh shower. She helped Jonathan sit up, dipped a spoon into the soup, tested it against her tongue, then gently held it to his lips.

"Aren't you going to work today?" Jonathan asked, voice raspy.

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