His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 581

Jonathan Thomas's mouth twisted into a deep frown.

The post on his social media feed was from Clifford.

One of the two photos was of Clifford and Niamh together, and in it, Clifford was beaming.

Jonathan hadn't seen his grandfather smile so happily in a long time.

Niamh, for her part, was also grinning from ear to ear.

It was the kind of genuine, heartfelt smile Jonathan hadn't seen on her face in ages.

Or rather, she had never smiled at him like that.

Perhaps she had, long ago, before Marina Thornton returned, but he had never paid attention.

Now that he longed to see it, she wouldn't smile at him that way anymore.

Jonathan frowned, his grip tightening on his phone.

The other photo was of a table laden with food.

They were all comforting, home-cooked dishes.

The portions were small, but the variety was generous.

Since it was just Clifford and the staff at the manor, large portions would only lead to leftovers.

So, Niamh usually made many different dishes but controlled the portion sizes.

The dishes in the photo were all Clifford's favorites: braised lamb shanks, savory meatballs in tomato sauce, a creamy vegetable gratin, and a light seasonal salad.

Jonathan looked at the picture and his mouth watered.

Only then did he realize he hadn't eaten dinner yet.

Niamh hadn't come home tonight; it was obvious she was staying at Thomas Manor.

Not only was she taking pictures with his grandfather, but she had also cooked him a feast.

And what about him? He couldn't even catch a whiff of Niamh's cooking.

His stomach rumbled.

With a sour expression, he called Clifford.

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