His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 604

And now… Niamh rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought. She couldn't say for sure if Jonathan was still the reason she wasn't starting a new relationship. Perhaps she was just too deeply hurt by him, too exhausted to love someone else.

Niamh’s brow furrowed more and more. Maybe… maybe she really should give Elmer a chance. And give herself one, too.

When Niamh got home, she heard the sound of a piano from next door. This time, Jonathan wasn't playing a Chopin nocturne. He was playing Beethoven's Fifth Symphony—the 'Fate' Symphony. Although Jonathan wasn't a professional pianist, he wasn't bad. But this time, the melody sounded completely different, chaotic and amateurish.

Niamh opened her door and went inside, listening to the music from next door as she put her things away. She had always believed that music reflects the player's state of mind. Tonight, Jonathan's playing was less like a performance and more like a desperate release of pent-up emotions. The image of her and Elmer holding hands must have really gotten to him, Niamh thought. If only he would just quit on his own… With that wish in her mind, she drifted off to sleep.

Today was the official launch of the FZZL system. The AI-assisted diagnostic system had garnered massive attention from both inside and outside the industry since its development began. The only surprise was that by the time it hit the market, The Thomas Group was no longer run by the Thomas family, but by the Rivers family. The Thomas Group's stock price soared, but that was expected. More than the stock market, Niamh was preoccupied with when Jonathan would finally hand in his resignation.

Yet, Jonathan's behavior was as professional as ever. He remained a competent assistant, sticking by her side like a shadow.

In the general manager's office, just as Jonathan was about to leave, Niamh suddenly asked a question unrelated to work. "If Elmer and I started dating, would you still want to be my assistant?"

Jonathan stopped in his tracks. He turned to meet her gaze. She was sitting back in her executive chair, hands folded on the desk, already looking every bit the part of a boss—capable and captivating. Jonathan was silent for a moment before a confident smile spread across his lips. "Even if you married him, you couldn't get rid of me. I'm still waiting for a permanent contract." With that, he left her office.

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