His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 648

As soon as Preston finished speaking, Jonathan, who was standing beside him, cut in coolly, “You’ve heard Niamh play the piano?”

Preston’s eyes met Jonathan’s. Though Jonathan’s gaze was always cold, this time it was laced with a distinct sourness. Jealousy.

“Just now…”

It’s your own fault for not getting here sooner, Preston thought, but he didn’t dare say the words aloud.

Jonathan’s mind was a tumultuous sea, the tide rushing in. So… it wasn’t just Linden who played. Niamh had played, too? His heart hammered against his ribs again as the possibility that Niamh was Rina swirled in his mind.

Being stared at so intently by Jonathan, Niamh felt a wave of bewilderment. It wasn't the first time he had looked at her like this, but his expression had never been so strange. He looked at her as if he’d just seen a ghost.

“Play for me again!” Jonathan seized Niamh’s wrist, trying to pull her to her feet.

“Jonathan!” Preston couldn’t help but cry out. Jonathan’s aura was suddenly terrifying.

“Hey, you! Keep your hands to yourself!” Linden grabbed Jonathan’s arm and forcefully shoved him away. “Who do you think you are, putting your hands on my mentor? Look, you’ve left a red mark on her wrist.”

Jonathan’s gaze fell to Niamh’s hand, where a faint red imprint was already forming. A flicker of remorse crossed his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Doesn’t look like you’re sorry,” Linden grumbled. “Besides, if you want to hear her play, just come to the piano competition I’m organizing. I’ll make sure she participates.”

Linden’s words sparked an idea in Jonathan’s mind. If Niamh entered the competition, he was guaranteed to hear her play.

“Fine. I support it.”

Jonathan let out a cold laugh and turned to face Linden, his imposing presence washing over the younger man. Linden squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest, refusing to be intimidated.

“Want to bet I can get your mentor to get into my car willingly?”

Before Linden or Niamh could react, Jonathan leaned in close to Niamh’s ear and whispered something. No matter how hard Linden strained to hear, the words were lost to him.

“Niamh…?”

“Sorry, Linden, something’s come up that I need to handle,” Niamh said, her tone serious, trusting he would understand. “I’ll have my assistant arrange a place for you to stay. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

And just as Jonathan had predicted, she willingly got into his car.