His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 600

They were all from Elmer.

She hadn't taken her phone with her when she went bungee jumping, and she hadn't even glanced at it after getting back in the car.

She had no idea Elmer had called her so many times.

"I'm so sorry, Elmer. I didn't have my phone on me," Niamh said apologetically.

But Elmer was never angry about her not answering his calls.

He was angry about why she hadn't seen them.

Why didn't she have her phone? What was she doing with Jonathan that made her completely forget about it?

"Was it something urgent?" Niamh's question stumped him.

He didn't actually have anything urgent to discuss with her.

He just wanted to ask her out to dinner.

But when she didn't pick up, he had grown increasingly anxious and angry.

"Yes, it's urgent…" Elmer glanced at Jonathan, who stood just behind Niamh. "But I don't want to talk about it here."

Niamh realized Elmer was bothered by Jonathan's presence.

She glanced back at him as well.

Although Jonathan said nothing, his face was cold and stern, radiating naked hostility toward Elmer.

Elmer reciprocated that hostility in full.

Niamh felt that if she weren't there, the two of them might actually start a fight.

"In that case, Elmer, let's go back…"

"Get in my car," Elmer interrupted, taking Niamh's hand.

He led her to the white Lexus and she got in.

Jonathan watched as Elmer's car drove past him, with Niamh inside.

They were seated in a two-person booth.

At this hour, the restaurant was mostly empty.

But because it was so elegantly decorated, the fewer people there were, the more romantic the atmosphere felt.

Elmer ordered a lobster and crab platter.

It wasn't until they started eating that he noticed Niamh probably wasn't hungry.

"Nia, if you're full, you don't have to force yourself. I don't like seeing you do things just to accommodate me," Elmer said earnestly, putting down his knife and fork.

"Actually, the seafood here is delicious, but I ate too much earlier tonight, so I really can't eat another bite…" Niamh gave him an apologetic smile. "I should have told you before you ordered so much."

"What did you eat tonight?" Elmer asked.

"Uh… I was at the night market. I found a kebab stall."

"With Jonathan?" Elmer's usually smooth, gentle voice dropped several octaves, and Niamh had the strange feeling that she was being interrogated.