His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 536

As soon as Niamh finished speaking, she turned and walked away.

Jonathan had convinced himself that, with enough coaxing and persistence, he could get Niamh to willingly get in the car. But in the end, all he could do was watch her walk right out of his reach.

His eyes darkened, sharp and dangerous.

Suddenly, Niamh heard rapid footsteps behind her. Before she could even turn around, Jonathan had swept her off her feet and slung her over his shoulder.

“Jonathan! What are you doing?!”

In broad daylight, in the middle of a bustling business district, Niamh would never have imagined Jonathan would actually resort to brute force.

“Put me down!” she yelled, kicking and struggling against his shoulder.

Jonathan acted as if he couldn’t hear her.

No matter how much Niamh pounded on his back or clawed at his hair, he carried her straight back to his car and unceremoniously shoved her into the passenger seat.

The royal blue Bentley pulled away, brushing past the white BMW that remained parked at the curb.

He’d promised her lunch, but instead he steered the car onto the highway.

Niamh sat in the passenger seat, bored out of her mind.

“Do you ever drive on this highway?” Jonathan tried. “I heard they just finished renovating it.”

Silence.

“Any guesses where I’m taking you for lunch?”

Still nothing.

“Hey, look—the billboard’s advertising a new movie. I bet you haven’t seen that one yet, right?”

Niamh said nothing.

She’d never imagined Jonathan could be this talkative.

If she remembered correctly, he never spoke while driving, never responded to small talk—unless Marina was there. That was the one exception.

She remembered once, sitting in Jonathan’s car, trying to fill the silence. He ignored her completely, until Prescott quietly advised her to let it go.

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