His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 548

“Boss, this is the brand new Hermès lime green Birkin from the spring collection—limited edition, only five in the world! Even if you have the cash, you can’t just snap one up! Who’s so generous?”

Amy looked so envious she was nearly drooling.

Though the package came with no sender’s name, Niamh already had a good guess.

There was only one person she could think of who would buy her an ultra-luxury, limited-edition bag like this.

“Boss, is it your birthday today?”

Amy asked carefully.

If it was, she’d have to spend yet more money on a gift.

“No.”

Niamh shook her head, watching as Amy let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, by the way, Amy—end of the month’s coming up. What do you say I swap your performance bonus for a physical reward this time?”

Amy: What?!

***

Creative District.

A royal blue Bentley had been parked in the lot for ages, perfectly positioned to watch the doors of the office building. From inside, you could see Niamh coming out.

Jonathan sat behind the wheel, window rolled down.

He was smoking.

A small pile of cigarette butts had already gathered on the pavement—his handiwork.

Jonathan’s hand, holding the cigarette, rested outside the window. Smoke curled around his sharp, handsome features, blurring them at the edges.

Normally, Jonathan wasn’t much of a smoker.

Most of the time, he only lit up when he was feeling restless.

But right now, he couldn’t even put his finger on what was bothering him.

Somewhere deep inside, there was a strange mix of anticipation and unease.

Seconds ticked by.

The other employees were beside themselves with envy, and Amy herself looked like she might faint from shock. For a moment, she wondered if she was dreaming.

But the Hermès bag was real enough, so Amy chalked it up to an unexpected stroke of luck.

She shivered involuntarily, feeling a piercing gaze on her.

Across the lot, Jonathan sat in his royal blue Bentley, cigarette smoldering, his stare sharp enough to cut.

Amy immediately hugged the bag to her chest and scurried away, out of Jonathan’s line of sight.

Amy might not be the brightest, but she wasn’t clueless.

It was obvious Jonathan had sent the bag to win Niamh back.

She was terrified he’d get angry and take it back.

And if he did, and Niamh didn’t compensate her with the original bonus…

The more Amy thought about it, the more nervous she got. She grabbed her coat, wrapped it tightly around the bag, and hurried off.

Back in the Bentley, Jonathan stubbed out his cigarette in his palm, barely registering the sting—nothing compared to the ache in his chest. He took a slow breath, started the engine, and followed the white BMW 3 Series that had just pulled out ahead of him.