His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 621

Jonathan didn’t answer her question. His thin lips, instead of opening, pressed together into a sharp, unforgiving line. He took a step, and then another, closing the distance between them. The air grew thick and heavy. With her back to the floor-to-ceiling window, Niamh had nowhere to retreat. As her body pressed against the cool glass, Jonathan’s hands slammed down on either side of her head.

“Why didn’t you bring in a white knight?” His voice was as cold as ever, but this time, Niamh could clearly hear the anger simmering beneath the surface.

“I have other plans…”

“Was this Elmer’s idea?” Their eyes locked, and in the dark depths of his, Niamh felt as if he could see right through her. His voice was thick with accusation.

She remained silent. Her silence was an admission.

“At a critical moment when the company’s very survival is at stake, he lets his emotions get the better of him, and you just go along with it?”

Jonathan’s interrogation was starting to grate on her. “The Thomas Group isn’t your company anymore. It’s none of your business.” She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the window.

“Are you so determined to cut ties with me that you’d let the company die? Are you really that obedient to Elmer?”

Niamh couldn’t understand why Jonathan was suddenly acting so crazy; he had been perfectly reasonable when he was her assistant. In the middle of their struggle, he grabbed her head with both hands, and a searing kiss crashed down onto her lips. Her mind exploded. It was so sudden that she froze, and by the time she tried to fight back, one of her hands was already caught in his iron grip.

His kiss was domineering. It had been a long, long time since he had kissed her with such force. It felt like a primal assertion of ownership, as if Jonathan was telling her in no uncertain terms—