His Housewife Had Secret Identities - Chapter 421

Chapter 421 Chapter 423 She could still remember that Valentine's Day, when Elmer had driven her all the way to Coralis' Nimbus Summit, perched on the 126th floor of Isabelline Tower. That's where she ran into Jonathan. At the time, Niamh had naturally assumed Jonathan was there to spend Valentine's Day with Marina. But in reality, she never saw Marina at all that night. Nor did she see Ramona. Still, for reasons she couldn't quite explain, watching Jonathan appear at Ramona's race today made her mind wander back to that dinner at Nimbus Summit. Did Jonathan really invite Marina that day?

Or was it someone else...? "Niamh... Niamh?" She snapped back to the present, realizing only now that Preston had been calling her name. "What is it?" she asked. "You're asking me? The race is over," he replied, a little exasperated. Niamh stood up, only to hear Preston ask again, "Should we go say hi to Jonathan?" "Let's not," she answered, shaking her head. Approaching Jonathan now would probably just bother him. Standing beside her, Preston studied her face. Ever since Niamh had noticed Ramona might have been waving at Jonathan, she'd looked distracted, lost in thought.

The feeling left a raw, uncomfortable scrape in Preston's chest, like sandpaper against skin. "Niamh... you don't like Jonathan anymore, do you?" She blinked, surprised by the abrupt question. Her history with Jonathan... well, it could only be described as a tragic entanglement. Chapter 423 Loving him had brought her nothing but heartbreak. She let out a quiet sigh. Sure, after that incident-when a laid-off employee from Neovista Realty had tried to hurt her, and Jonathan had stepped in to protect her-she'd wondered, just for a moment, if maybe he cared for her after all.

But she wouldn't let herself fall for that illusion again. If Jonathan really had feelings for her, he wouldn't have turned his back when she was kidnapped, or when she was hounded online-he wouldn't have ignored her, or even kicked her when she was down. And then there was that child who never had a chance to come into this world... Niamh's eyes grew cold, then softened as she forced a small smile. "No, I don't like him anymore." "Really?" Preston asked. She turned to look at him.

Preston wasn't like Jonathan-he didn't hide behind layers of mystery, his moods weren't unpredictable or inscrutable. From his expression, Niamh could tell exactly what was on his mind. "It's not because I still have feelings for Jonathan that I care about him and Ramona," she explained. Even so, Preston only half-believed her. Niamh didn't feel like explaining any further. She just shrugged and walked down the stairs with him. Meanwhile, Jonathan was heading up the stairwell on the opposite side. The two of them passed through the bustling crowds without noticing each other.