His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 526

He ate the bowl of noodles Niamh had cooked for him, each strand touched by her hands.

It was such a simple dish—noodles in broth with a sprinkle of pickled vegetables, nothing fancy, even bordering on plain. Yet to Jonathan, it tasted like a grand feast, more delicious than any delicacy he’d ever had.

Niamh watched him eat, torn between amusement and exasperation. Since when did Jonathan eat with the enthusiasm of a child at Christmas dinner?

He polished off the entire bowl in no time, not leaving behind a single drop—not even for her.

Only after Jonathan finished did Niamh speak, her tone unhurried.

“You once told me you don’t always have an agenda for everything you do... but I do.”

The happiness on Jonathan’s face froze, his smile faltering.

“I came to see you today, to take care of you, to cook for you... Part of it was out of respect for Prescott. But more than that, I want you to get well soon.”

“I’m almost there,” Jonathan replied, a little too quickly.

“Good. Because tomorrow, I need you at the office for the board’s reorganization meeting.”

The cozy warmth at the table vanished instantly.

For a long moment, neither spoke. Then Jonathan murmured a quiet “Okay.”

Seeing his lack of surprise, Niamh guessed he’d already figured out her next move.

Silence settled between them, heavy and unyielding.

Jonathan stared down at his empty bowl, a little grateful he’d eaten so fast. If he’d still been eating when Niamh dropped her news, even the best noodles in the world would have lost their flavor.

After dinner, Jonathan tried to collect the dishes, intent on washing up, but Niamh stopped him with a firm hand.

“You’re supposed to be resting—doctor’s orders. Leave it.”

And besides, it’s too late for anything now—

She didn’t say this last part aloud, but her eyes made it clear.

So it was Niamh who washed up, and when she was done, she reminded Jonathan to take his medicine on time.

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