His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 862

"It's so good to see you're okay..." Niamh could see Peter fighting back tears, and her own nose began to tingle. She hadn't expected her "return from the dead" would move Peter so deeply. He couldn't help but look her up and down. "You've become even more beautiful."

Niamh gave a shy smile. "You'll make me conceited if you flatter me like that." "It's not flattery. I'm telling the truth," Peter said earnestly. He truly thought she had grown more beautiful. She had always been stunning, even more so than any celebrity, but now she possessed an added air of maturity and nobility that made Peter feel all the more unworthy of her.

He still harbored some regret, of course. But even before she had "died," he had known perfectly well that she had never considered him in a romantic light. There were too many exceptional men around her; he didn't even rank. In her eyes, he had always been just a friend. And now, he felt that being her friend forever wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"I know your circumstances have changed, but with your talent and ability, it would be a huge shame to give up being a jewelry designer." "I haven't given up on jewelry design. It's just that there are too many other things to deal with right now..." Especially Joker. Hearing Niamh say she wouldn't give up on design, Peter looked deeply moved once again. They chatted a bit more about the jewelry industry, and Niamh noticed someone in the distance staring at her.

Honestly, Niamh was surprised that Preston had invited Julian. While both were prominent figures in the business world, Niamh remembered them as not being particularly close; they didn't run in the same circles. Michael's strained relationship with Jonathan and Preston, in contrast, stemmed from their high school days when Michael had also liked Marina.

Now that Marina was no longer an issue, Niamh thought they actually got along reasonably well. But Julian was different. Niamh guessed Preston must have intentionally invited Julian for her sake. In truth, Julian's gaze had been fixed on Niamh ever since she walked into the ballroom. She just hadn't noticed him right away, and he hadn't wanted to interrupt her reunion with Peter. Now that her attention had finally turned to him, he subconsciously started walking toward her.

Niamh met him halfway. When they were just a step apart, Julian handed her a glass of champagne. Niamh took the glass and smiled. "Married life seems to be treating you well." "What makes you say that?" "Because you've put on a little weight! The happy kind." Hearing this, Julian immediately looked down at his figure, which made Niamh giggle.

In reality, Julian was in great shape, but he had indeed filled out a bit compared to when Niamh first met him years ago. Back then, he still had the fresh-faced look of a university student. Now, he had the distinct aura of a mature man. Niamh had expected Julian to ask why she faked her death, but he didn't. Instead, he brought up something else entirely.