His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 769

"Whether you choose to help the Quinn family or not, I'm on your side," Jonathan murmured, holding her close.

"Mm..." Niamh's heart was still a battlefield of conflicting emotions. She had a thousand reasons not to help the Quinns. And yet... the thought of the protesters and the news of Hayes's house arrest made her waver.

They held each other in the quiet living room for a long time.

"...Niamh?" Jonathan whispered, but he received no response. All he heard was the sound of even, steady breathing.

Carefully, he eased away and saw that she had fallen asleep. She must have been exhausted these past few days. A wry smile touched his lips. He hoped her fatigue wasn't because of him.

He gently lifted the sleeping Niamh into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. In the crib, Marlin was sleeping soundly, spread-eagled like a starfish. His short, chubby arms and legs looked so squeezable that Jonathan couldn't help but smile.

He watched Marlin for a moment before his gaze shifted back to Niamh. Compared to their son, Niamh slept much more peacefully. But he could see a faint frown creasing her brow, a sign of her lingering worries.

Slowly, Jonathan leaned closer and reached out a hand. His fingertips gently rested between her eyebrows, carefully smoothing the crease until her lovely brow relaxed. In that moment, the distance between them was impossibly small. Her serene, sleeping face was reflected in his deep eyes, a beauty that stirred something deep in his chest.

He couldn't resist stroking her cheek, his touch as gentle as if he were handling a priceless, fragile treasure. He was afraid of waking her, yet he couldn't bear to pull his hand away. Finally, his sly fingertips drifted to her chin.

...

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify