His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 789

The word was uttered with such surprising clarity that Clifford, Hayes, and Carlotta, who were all gathered around Marlin, leaned in toward the camera. What they saw was Jonathan.

He and Niamh were sitting close together, and from the video’s perspective, it looked as if they had both just showered, their hair still damp. Niamh was wearing a robe, while Jonathan was clearly shirtless—in fact, he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The sight of them together in that state made it very hard not to jump to conclusions.

On the other end of the call, Clifford, Hayes, and Carlotta all looked a little awkward. Clifford, however, couldn't hide a spark of delight. Not only was Niamh alive with a son, but it seemed she and Jonathan had reconciled.

“That’s my grandson, always playing to his strengths,” Niamh heard Clifford mutter, and she couldn't help but smile wryly. Did Clifford think Jonathan’s “strength” was using his looks to win her back?

Though Niamh felt a bit uncomfortable, she knew that any explanation now would only sound like a flimsy excuse and make things worse. So, she said nothing.

Clifford, Hayes, and Carlotta backed away from the screen, leaving only Marlin in the frame, and Niamh breathed a small sigh of relief. Jonathan was still right beside her, so close she could smell the fruity scent of his freshly washed hair and feel the warmth radiating from his cheek. If she turned her head now, she thought, her lips would surely brush against his skin. And if he turned his, he would kiss her.

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