His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 774

Fortunately, the house Jonathan had bought was large, with plenty of rooms. Hayes and Carlotta settled into a guest room for the night. But Niamh couldn't sleep. She found herself in the study, where she had only just discovered Jonathan had placed a grand piano.

Jonathan could play a little himself, though he was no professional. In Niamh's memory, he much preferred listening to playing. So she knew. This piano was for her. She sat down at the keys. Jonathan was in the kitchen washing dishes when he heard the music and paused.

This time, Niamh didn't play her signature Chopin's Nocturnes. Instead, the powerful, tumultuous notes of Beethoven's "Symphony of Fate" filled the house. Jonathan continued washing the dishes, listening to the music drifting from the study. When the piece ended, Niamh looked up and saw Jonathan leaning against the doorframe, watching her. She'd been so lost in the music she hadn't heard him approach or known how long he'd been standing there.

He walked in, resting one hand on the piano. "Something on your mind?" he asked softly. "What makes you say that?" "Your playing..." "Was it bad?" Jonathan shook his head. "Not bad... just not peaceful." "Well, the 'Symphony of Fate' isn't exactly a peaceful piece, isn't it?" "So your reason for choosing it tonight was...?"

Niamh looked up at him. She realized just how well he understood her. "Do you think... the reason Ramona is targeting the Quinns so aggressively... could it be because she's afraid?" "Afraid?" Jonathan's eyes widened. He stared at her for a moment, then realization dawned. "You think her claim to her current position isn't legitimate?"

Niamh was surprised at how quickly he understood. "Well... I don't remember much about Ramona from when we were kids, just that her family had no feud with the Quinns. And the patriarch doted on her. She was adopted into the family; she is a Quinn. There's no reason for her to purge every executive with the Quinn name from the company..."

"So I came up with a wild theory," she continued. "The reason Ramona can't tolerate the Quinns is that she's afraid one of them will take the company from her. But she's the sole legal heir in the patriarch's will. So why would she be so afraid, so desperate?" Niamh looked up, meeting Jonathan's deep gaze. "Because she's not the legal heir to The Quinn Group at all."

The conviction in her voice made it sound less like a theory and more like a conclusion. Jonathan nodded, agreeing with her assessment. "That's a definite possibility. Which means the will..." "...is a fraud," they said in unison. Niamh paused, then couldn't help but smile. She never thought she and Jonathan could be so in sync.

Seeing that Niamh hadn't moved from the piano bench, Jonathan asked, "Want to play another?" "Mm... I'm kind of hooked." Watching Niamh look down with a shy smile, Jonathan felt a warmth spreading through his chest, like a gentle hot spring. "Then let's play together," he said suddenly, squeezing in next to Niamh on the piano bench.