His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 647

“Jonathan?”

Preston, having the sharpest eyes, noticed Jonathan the moment he walked in.

“Jonathan, come over here! Did you know Niamh can—”

Before he could finish, Preston felt Niamh stomp hard on his foot.

He shot her a confused look.

Niamh wasn’t even sure what Preston was about to say. Her reaction had been pure instinct.

“Niamh can what?”

Jonathan strode over.

“Uh… that is…”

Preston stammered, unsure of what to do. Niamh's move had completely thrown him off, and now he was afraid to say anything at all.

“Mr. Ex-husband, why are you always following her around? Can’t you take a hint?”

Linden got up from the piano and stood protectively in front of Niamh.

Jonathan found Linden to be a fascinating person.

Once seated at a piano, he transformed into an elegant gentleman. But away from it, he was a completely different person.

He truly is a genius born for the piano, Jonathan thought.

“I’m not following anyone around. I wasn’t here to see Niamh…”

With that, Jonathan looked at Preston.

“I came to see him.”

Preston pouted. Jonathan, you don't even try to make your lies believable. Being at the Grand Riverview Hotel was a complete accident for him; his schedule had him down for a golf game with a client.

Niamh glanced at Jonathan, then spoke. “Well, in that case, I’m taking Linden to dinner, so…”

“So Preston can play host and treat us all!”

Preston: ???

“I have something… I need to tell you,” Jonathan began, his gaze fixed on Niamh. But Linden cut him off.

“I’m organizing a piano competition, the Harmony Keys Cup. Master, will you participate?”

Linden, having had his fill, got straight to business with Niamh.

Jonathan’s brow furrowed. The aroma of delicious food filled the air, but the smell of gunpowder was even stronger.

Preston started coughing nervously.

“I don’t think so,” Niamh said, waving her hand dismissively.

“Why not?” Linden looked crestfallen. “Master, this is the first competition under my name. Can’t you do me this one favor…?”

He tugged on Niamh’s sleeve, pouting. “If you don’t compete, I won’t be able to pick a champion! How would I ever wrap things up then…?”

Niamh didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Linden was basically saying the championship was already reserved for her, which was all the more reason not to participate.

“Niamh, I think you should do it too,” Preston chimed in. “You play so beautifully. It would be a shame not to get some official recognition for it.”