His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 639

Stared down by Jonathan's intense gaze, Niamh instinctively pulled away from his grasp.

“You and Lana are different…”

“How are we different?”

“Lana and I share so many precious memories that are hard to let go of…”

“And we don’t have anything between us?”

Jonathan’s question involuntarily brought an image to Niamh's mind: Jonathan from his time at the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center.

That young, boyish face overlapped with the mature, masculine one before her.

Did she and Jonathan have precious, unforgettable memories?

Of course they did…

“But you don’t remember…”

“What?” Jonathan didn’t understand what she was talking about. “What don’t I remember?”

Niamh didn't answer the question.

“Lana hurt me once, unintentionally… but you hurt me countless times, and you did it on purpose.”

A roar filled Jonathan’s ears.

“That’s the biggest difference between you and Lana… I’d rather give her another chance than ever give one to you.”

A look of grim finality surfaced in Niamh’s hazy, drunken eyes.

Her words were like a bucket of ice water, chilling Jonathan to the bone.

He fell silent for a long time before ordering a whiskey and downing it in one go.

Niamh, too, felt a surge of irritation, though she couldn't pinpoint its source.

She ordered another drink for herself, a vodka, but Jonathan snatched it from her hand just as she took the first sip.

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