His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 641

“Your master?”

While Jonathan was still processing this, the man had already pushed past him and strode into Niamh’s home as if he owned the place. Jonathan watched the forward young man in silence, his brow furrowed deeply.

“You’re… Linden Sinclair? The youngest gold medalist of the International Chopin Piano Competition?”

Linden’s eyes lit up, and he finally deigned to give Jonathan a proper look. “I’m surprised you know who I am. I guess you’re not completely clueless… but that doesn’t give you the right to trespass in my master’s home.”

Jonathan’s expression darkened. If anyone was trespassing, wasn’t it Linden? Jonathan began to suspect the man had come to the wrong house.

Just then, Niamh emerged from her room, properly dressed.

“Linden?”

As soon as she spoke, Linden enveloped her in a crushing bear hug. To the side, Jonathan stared, dumbfounded.

“Master! I knew the address you gave me had to be right! This pretty boy gave me a scare. I almost thought you’d moved!”

Trapped in Linden’s hug, Niamh shot an awkward glance at Jonathan. Linden was probably the only person on earth who would call Jonathan a “pretty boy.”

There was an old saying that had been popular online: when God opens a door for you, he also closes a window. Linden was a textbook example. His mastery of the piano was sublime, a pure, heaven-sent talent. The music world hailed him as a genius born for the piano, a prodigy who had captured the long-vacant gold medal at the Chopin Competition at such a young age.

But for all his musical talent, Linden had a very strange personality. Niamh wasn't sure whether to describe him as spacey, eccentric, or just brutally honest. In short, he was unusual—a common trait among geniuses, she supposed.

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