His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 586

“My apologies, Ms. Rivers…”

The security guard turned, scanning Jonathan from head to toe before addressing Niamh with utmost respect. “This gentleman doesn’t seem to be causing any trouble.”

Niamh rolled her eyes.

She was starting to see a pattern. From the top assistants to the security guards, everyone at The Thomas Group was terrified of offending Jonathan, but they had no problem making her life difficult. As the brand-new General Manager, however, she couldn’t exactly start her tenure like a tyrant and fire the security guard on the spot.

She just waved a dismissive hand, sending him away.

Once again, the office was silent, leaving just Niamh and Jonathan alone. The air seemed to thicken, the seconds stretching out.

Their eyes met. Jonathan’s deep, dark gaze was like a black hole, threatening to pull her in.

“Ms. Rivers, there is no one more suitable to be your assistant than me… mainly because no one else will apply for the job.”

His last few words struck Niamh with a sudden realization. Jonathan had likely given up all his assets in the divorce specifically so he could plausibly take this job. No matter how many times she refused, the position of her assistant was destined to fall into his lap.

Niamh pressed her fingers to her temple.

“You’re ridiculously overqualified. How about this: I’ll pay you twenty-five hundred a month, no days off, all year round. You in?”

“Does it come with a benefits package? And how long is the probationary period?”

Seeing how seriously he asked, Niamh couldn’t help but sneer. As if Jonathan didn’t know the employee compensation policies at his own former company.

“No benefits. Ten-year probationary period,” she retorted flippantly.

“I’ll take it. Shall we sign the contract now?”

“As you wish.”

Jonathan removed all six cups and returned a short while later with a single mug of instant coffee.

Niamh paused. Since when was Jonathan so obedient? Had someone put a spell on him?

She lifted the mug and took a sip. It was delicious. She had never been particular about her coffee, accustomed to drinking whatever instant blend was available at work. But the cup Jonathan had prepared was unlike any she had ever tasted. It had a moderate acidity, a natural sweetness, and a smooth, layered texture with a pleasant nutty aroma.

“Well? Is it to Ms. Rivers’s liking?”

Niamh lifted her eyes to meet his. For a fleeting moment, she was transported back to the early days of their marriage, when she would often ask him the same question: “Well? Is it to your liking?” She had cooked every meal, believing that making food he enjoyed was part of her duty as a proper wife.

“It’s average,” Niamh replied, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue.