His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 501

Up front, Prescott’s hands tightened instinctively around the steering wheel. He shot a quick glance at Jonathan in the rearview mirror.

He’d thought, after that night when Jonathan ordered him to see Marina’s guest out, that there’d be no reason for her to cross paths with Jonathan again.

Yet here they were, not long after, with Marina back in Jonathan’s car—only this time, nestled up against him, her tear-streaked face buried in his chest.

Jonathan hadn’t said a word for what felt like ages.

Maybe it hadn’t really been that long, but the silence was so heavy, it stretched on endlessly.

“…Alright…”

The word slipped out quietly; Prescott didn’t sound all that surprised.

He’d assumed he was just giving Marina a ride home.

But, thinking about it, he realized he didn’t even know where Marina was living these days.

She used to stay at Ebonwood Hall, but after the bankruptcy, the estate had been repossessed and now belonged to Niamh.

“Mr. Thomas…where are we headed?” Prescott finally broke the silence, even though he prided himself on knowing Jonathan better than anyone.

Jade Peak Manor?

Seabreeze Villa?

Prescott honestly didn’t want to drive Marina to either of those places.

He pitied her, sure—her situation was undeniably tragic—but deep down, his sympathy only went so far. Whatever she’d done, or whatever had happened, something about her always rubbed him the wrong way. He couldn’t explain it, but it left him oddly unmoved.

He’d never thought of himself as cold toward women, so he couldn’t quite understand why Marina failed to stir his compassion.

Meanwhile, Marina couldn’t stop crying. The tears streamed down her face in a relentless torrent, her whole body shivering uncontrollably.

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