His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 468

Marina could feel Jonathan’s gaze lingering on her. She lowered her head just a touch, feigning shyness and letting a delicate flush creep into her cheeks.

She was certain Jonathan understood now—

She was the one who loved him most.

Forget Niamh, forget the wealthy girls from the Quinn family—none of them could hold a candle to her devotion.

Once, she had been the one Jonathan loved most.

Now, she was the one who loved him most.

“Jonathan, I…”

Marina’s voice was honeyed as she reached for a connection, hoping to bridge the distance between them.

But before she could say more, Sprague called Jonathan over for dinner.

The long dining table was set with an array of exquisite dishes, each plate a testament to culinary artistry. At the center stood a towering three-tiered cake, custom-made by Aldenville’s most famous bakery.

Amid the boisterous chorus of well-wishes, Jonathan picked up his fork and tasted one of the dishes.

Not good…

Well, calling it “not good” was unfair to the Michelin-star chef. The truth was, Jonathan simply didn’t like it.

His taste buds ached for something familiar—a flavor from his past he’d grown up with and grown to love, something these gourmet creations couldn’t match.

“Here, Jonathan, try some of this crab bisque! It’s Chef Blake’s specialty.”

Marina scooped up a spoonful of the creamy soup and offered it to Jonathan.

But Jonathan suddenly stood up.

“Jonathan, where are you going?” Marina called after him.

He ignored her, leaving the old manor behind without so much as a backward glance.

Around the table, guests exchanged uneasy looks.

Sprague forced a smile, working to reassure everyone even as he grumbled inwardly:

That boy’s gotten too bold for his own good—completely out of hand these days.

Clifford Thomas watched with a furrowed brow, deep in thought.

It was the first time Jonathan had ever stormed out in the middle of his own birthday celebration.

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