His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 515

Jonathan’s words carried a gravity that left no room for doubt.

If he’d dropped to one knee right then and there, it would have been a textbook proposal.

For most people, Jonathan wouldn’t even need to kneel. That dazzling diamond ring alone would be enough to make anyone tear up on the spot.

But Niamh’s eyes remained cold, almost clinical.

To her, sparkling jewels like this one were just part of the job. Nothing more.

“For me?” she asked, her voice calm and measured.

“Yes,” Jonathan said, his answer unwavering.

The next moment, he saw a strange, brilliant smile flicker across Niamh’s face—beautiful, but edged with something dangerous.

“Is this because Marina’s reputation is in tatters and you’ve got no one else to give the ring to? Or is it your way of congratulating me for taking The Thomas Group off your hands?”

Without waiting for a reply, Niamh—umbrella or not—brushed past him and walked straight out into the pouring rain.

Jonathan tossed aside the umbrella and caught up with her in just a few quick strides.

“That’s not what this is about!” he shouted, grabbing her arm.

She wrenched free, her glare icy and unyielding.

Within moments, both of them stood in the middle of the street, rain drenching them from head to toe. Thunder and rain swallowed up the world around them, forcing Jonathan to raise his voice.

“Niamh, The Thomas Group is yours. We can start over,” he called out.

Something in Niamh’s face changed instantly.

“You make it sound like The Thomas Group is some gift you’re bestowing on me,” she snapped. “I fought for it myself.”

Jonathan opened his mouth, searching for words, but fell silent under Niamh’s fierce gaze.

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