His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 462

Up ahead, at Preston’s insistence, Niamh pinned the brooch she’d designed herself onto the lapel of his suit.

Preston’s cheeks flushed crimson, and he looked so delighted he was on the verge of tears.

Marina slipped her arm through Jonathan’s and smiled sweetly.

“Jonathan, shouldn’t we go over and take a look? It seems Preston just got a gift.”

This time, Jonathan didn’t shake off her hand.

Marina’s lips, glossy with pink balm, curved in satisfaction. She knew it—whenever Jonathan was mad at Niamh, he never turned her down.

So, arm in arm, Jonathan and Marina strolled over to where Preston stood.

“Preston, that brooch is stunning. Is it a token of love from Niamh?” Marina teased, her tone playful and just loud enough for the nearby guests to hear.

At once, a hush spread through the crowd, followed by a flurry of whispers and sideways glances.

Preston’s blush crept all the way to his neck. “What? No, Marina, don’t say things like that!” he protested, practically stammering. “It’s just a thank-you gift.”

Niamh’s tone was cool and emphatic. “It’s just a thank-you.”

But before she could say more, Jonathan’s voice cut in, soft but unmistakably pointed.

“Afraid I’ll get the wrong idea, are you?”

Niamh shot him a look. Honestly, she was more concerned about the other guests than Jonathan’s feelings—why did he always make it about himself?

“So, what did you do for her to earn such gratitude?” Jonathan asked.

Just then, Michael swooped in, eager to join the conversation.

“It was nothing, really,” Preston admitted. “I just helped her give Susy Fraser a taste of her own medicine.”

Michael pouted, feigning indignation. “Hey, I helped you deal with Susy, too! Where’s my thank-you?”

Niamh gave a resigned little laugh, catching on to Michael’s game.

“Alright, what kind of thank-you would you like?”

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