His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 642

“But you offended my master. The fact that I’m still speaking to you calmly instead of beating you to a pulp just proves what a civilized person I am.”

Jonathan saw the fierce protectiveness and care Linden had for Niamh, and an uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach.

“When did you take on a pianist as your apprentice?” he asked Niamh.

“Why are you still hanging around here?” Linden shot back before Niamh could answer.

“Because Niamh hasn’t told me to leave…”

Before Jonathan could finish, Linden hooked his arm through Niamh’s. “Then you might as well stay… Master, I flew for so long to get here, I’m dead tired and starving. Won’t you treat me to a meal to welcome me?”

“Of course!” Niamh readily agreed. “What do you feel like eating?”

“I want a feast!”

“…I haven’t eaten either.”

Suddenly, Niamh heard Jonathan’s voice. He was staring at her, his face a stern mask. But despite his serious expression, she somehow sensed a look of profound grievance in his eyes.

“Oh, you’re hungry?” Linden cheerfully rummaged through his travel bag, pulled out a large cup of instant ramen, and shoved it into Jonathan’s hands. “Don’t be shy, take it. Consider it a reward from my master.”

Jonathan was speechless.

Jonathan was driving himself, but his focus was elsewhere, his mind wandering. He already had a rival in Elmer, which was a big enough headache. Now he had to deal with an apprentice.

Jonathan’s sighs echoed in the luxurious, high-tech interior of the car.

He knew how to play the piano himself and had heard Linden’s music. He had even attended one of Linden’s performances live. On stage, dressed in a black tailcoat and seated before a black grand piano, Linden was the picture of elegance, his technique utterly sublime. Jonathan found it hard to imagine that such a world-class pianist, so young and accomplished, would be Niamh’s apprentice.

What could Niamh possibly teach Linden? Piano?

Jonathan tilted his head, puzzled. As far as he knew, Niamh couldn't play the piano at all.

At that thought, Jonathan lowered his gaze, lost in contemplation. He hadn’t known she was Master BYC, nor that she had a high school classmate like Elmer. For the first time, Jonathan felt the thrill of a treasure hunt when he looked at Niamh. A faint smile unconsciously touched his usually stern face.