His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 630

His room service cart was laden with plates and bowls of various sizes. Niamh couldn't see the attendant's face clearly because he was wearing a large surgical mask. "Your complimentary fruit and dessert."

Niamh opened the door and let the attendant push the cart inside. The moment he was in, he closed the door behind him.

"You let people in just like that? You're not on your guard at all."

Niamh, with her back to him, heard him speak in his real voice and just shrugged with a small smile. "That's because I knew it was you."

Jonathan froze for a second before pulling off the mask, revealing his striking, handsome face. He watched Niamh turn to face him, her bright eyes showing no trace of surprise. It was clear she wasn't lying; she had recognized him from the start. Jonathan felt a pang of annoyance. He had been so worried she wouldn't let him in that he'd deliberately disguised himself as a hotel attendant, even choosing a frilly apron. Niamh had certainly never seen him dressed like this before.

"So, what do you want?" Niamh's tone and expression gave nothing away, leaving Jonathan unable to guess what she was thinking.

When she'd looked through the peephole, even with the large, concealing mask, their eyes had met, and she'd instantly known who it was. Niamh hadn't even realized she knew him that well. The reason she had let him in so readily was also because she knew him. If she had turned him away, he would have resorted to more extreme measures to get to her—that was Jonathan. At least, the Jonathan she knew. Niamh figured that provoking him would only cause more trouble for herself. It was better to let him in and hear what he had to say.

Jonathan hesitated, at a loss for words. Their last encounter had ended badly. He didn't know if she was still angry about him kissing her by force. "I want to apologize for last time. I'm sorry. I was impulsive."

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