His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 650

Niamh knew this place. Even with the downpour blurring her vision, she recognized it instantly. This was Lana’s apartment building.

She knew Lana would want to hear about Joker, the fake Jarrett. But Niamh wasn't sure if telling her would be a kindness or a cruelty. After all, the man wasn’t a corporate spy. He was a gangster. Her hands clenched into fists.

After a moment of silence, she got out of the car.

“Wait,” Jonathan said. Niamh turned to see him grab a spare umbrella from the car before getting out himself. He opened her door and held the umbrella over her head. “Alright, you can get out now.”

“I can do it myself.” Niamh reached for the umbrella, but Jonathan shook his head.

“It’s the only one. If I give it to you, I’ll get soaked.”

Niamh frowned. “Then you can just go back to the car.”

“And what if you break my umbrella?”

Niamh’s mouth fell open, and the damp air rushed in. “You just want to walk me to Lana’s door, don’t you?”

“I didn’t, originally,” Jonathan said with a disarming smile, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “But the weather decided not to cooperate, didn’t it?”

“…” Niamh pressed her lips together, feeling that any further conversation with him was a self-inflicted punishment. She let him hold the umbrella as they walked toward Lana’s building.

By the time they reached the building entrance, Jonathan looked as if he hadn’t used an umbrella at all. Rainwater streamed down the bridge of his nose, looking deceptively like tears. Niamh had rarely seen him so disheveled, and it was for her sake.

Pulling a pack of tissues from her handbag, she took one out and offered it to him. “...Here, wipe your face.”

Jonathan glanced down at the tissue in her hand, then met her eyes with a small smile. “You do it for me.”

Niamh immediately started to pull her hand back, but he continued, “If you wipe my face for me, I’ll give you another clue about Joker.”

Meeting his smiling gaze, Niamh bit her lip in frustration. She held the tissue, reached out, and gently began to dab the rain from his face. The dry tissue quickly softened as it absorbed the water, and her fingertips accidentally brushed against his skin.