His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 585

Jonathan stood before her, once again dressed in a suit.

This, however, was the first time Niamh had ever seen him in such a cheap one.

They say the clothes make the man, but with this poorly tailored suit of cheap fabric, it was the man who made the clothes.

Instead of his usual slicked-back hair, his short, clean hair fell naturally.

The sharp angles of his face seemed to have been polished smooth, making him look incredibly softer.

His eyes were still bright, but they lacked their usual piercing intensity, possessing a clear, youthful quality that took her by surprise.

Niamh swallowed her coffee, but the taste had turned sour in her mouth.

She couldn't believe Jonathan had applied to be her assistant.

"Do you have to haunt me like this?" she demanded, leaning back in her executive chair, arms crossed as she glared up at him.

Her tone was as cold and sharp as a blade.

A look of innocence and hurt crossed Jonathan's refined features.

"Ms. Rivers, I've lost everything. I'm short on cash and desperately need a job to support myself," he said with a straight face.

If Niamh believed him, she'd be a fool.

"Prescott…" Niamh buzzed the intercom.

When Prescott entered, he saw a grinning Jonathan and a deadpan Niamh.

"This one's not going to work," Niamh said flatly. "Get him out of here."

Jonathan didn't seem surprised. He offered no resistance, simply allowing Prescott to lead him out of the office.

Once the room was empty again, Niamh's shoulders slumped and she sighed.

She didn't understand what he was trying to do.

He gives her the company, then shows up to apply as her assistant?

She thought of the reason he gave—needing money—and scoffed.

Jonathan might lack many things, but money was definitely not one of them.

Just as her mind was starting to spiral from Jonathan's little stunt, Prescott knocked and entered again.

"Ms. Rivers…"

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