His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 98

Jonathan chuckled softly.

"It's nothing. I just want her to face some challenges for once."

Only then will she realize how easy she had it as a stay-at-home wife.

He left the last part unsaid, but Marina caught his meaning anyway.

"Honestly, maybe Niamh is just struggling to adjust to her new department. Give it a few more days and she'll find her rhythm."

"Mm."

Jonathan's agreement eased some of the tension in Marina's chest.

She couldn't risk Niamh returning to Jonathan as his assistant. Since Jonathan was determined not to fire her, keeping Niamh under her supervision was still the lesser evil.

For the next week, Niamh worked overtime every single day.

What baffled her was that Jonathan also stayed late at the office every night.

Whenever Jonathan stayed, Marina would stay too.

In a twisted way, that made Niamh feel a little better—it wasn't just her burning the midnight oil.

One evening, with the office finally empty except for Niamh and Marina, Niamh was hunched over her designs when she saw Marina emerge from the kitchenette, cradling a ceramic bowl.

The medicine was for Jonathan's stomach issues.

The Thomas Group treated its employees well; there were a few small kitchens scattered throughout the building, and every day, Marina would brew Jonathan's medicine on the company's induction stove.

"You're not simmering it long enough. The heat's all wrong..."

That's why the medicine isn't as effective, Niamh wanted to say—and had wanted to say for a while. But every time the words reached her lips, she bit them back.

She didn't want to meddle.

And yet, the thought stuck in her throat like a splinter.

Tonight, she finally let it out—and instantly regretted it.

Marina appeared at her desk, medicine in hand, but instead of the irritation Niamh expected, she was smiling.

"You're right, I'm no expert at this. So how about this? From now on, you'll be in charge of making Jonathan's medicine."

"I…"

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