His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 645

Jonathan froze.

He knew this piece well.

It was a Chopin nocturne.

He would never forget the time Rina played it for him on an electronic keyboard at the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center.

Jonathan had been injured back then, but listening to Rina play made the pain miraculously disappear.

Her performance was etched into his memory.

Jonathan could hear his own heart pounding in his chest.

Could it be Rina?

Suddenly, he was afraid to go inside.

It was this very same music that had once led him to mistake Marina for Rina.

He had been so sure he could never be wrong about that sound.

And look how that turned out.

He had been horribly, catastrophically wrong.

Jonathan clenched his fists.

He had… already given up on finding Rina.

He abruptly turned to leave.

If he had decided to cherish the present and live in the moment, then he couldn't let this music sway him.

But as he took a step, he froze again.

A thought occurred to him—something he had never considered before.

Linden, the world-famous pianist, was Niamh’s student.

He had followed them here to the Grand Riverview Hotel.

What if…

What if Niamh could play the piano too?

What if the person playing inside at this very moment was actually Niamh…

Jonathan’s eyes widened.

He spun back around, but his phone suddenly rang.

He wanted to ignore it, but the caller ID showed it was Prescott.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Thomas, I have a lead on The Vipers' Nest… I found someone, a name within the organization… they call him Joker.”

Back then, however, she had been playing an electronic organ. She had made the instrument sound absolutely divine, but at the time, he had been so biased against her that even seeing and hearing it with his own eyes and ears, he couldn’t bring himself to praise her sincerely.

But things were different now.

“I never knew. You’re amazing on the organ, but you’re even better on the piano… Niamh, what else don’t I know about you?”

Niamh offered a small, mysterious smile that made Preston’s face flush.

He realized how wrong he had been to judge her.

He thought that because she was a housewife who didn't have a traditional job, she was somehow useless.

But in reality, Niamh was talented in so many ways.

She was the master designer BYC.

She was the goddess of racing, Katarina.

And now, he knew she was a brilliant pianist.

Preston couldn't help but wonder if Jonathan had also been deceived by appearances at first.

“It’s a real shame Jonathan didn’t get to hear you play like this,” Preston murmured.

Niamh froze for a second.

“Oh, he already has.”