His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 685

Caught completely off guard, Niamh tried to push herself up, but Jonathan’s heavy body pressed down on her like a mountain.

“Who are you marrying?” he rasped, his wide eyes bloodshot. “You’re my wife. I won’t allow you to betray me!”

A pair of rough hands tore at the delicate fabric of her wedding dress. Niamh’s mind went blank, as if struck by lightning. The man on top of her wasn’t a person anymore; he was a savage beast. It was obvious that while Jonathan’s eyes were open, his mind was not clear.

“Jonathan, listen to me, I’m not—mmph!”

A searing heat pressed against her lips. Before Niamh could explain, Jonathan silenced her with a feverish kiss. She had considered that her words might provoke him, but she had never imagined an agitated Jonathan would become like this.

She began to struggle violently, believing that with all her strength, she could break free from his hold. But she was naive. She had escaped his advances many times before, but that was when he was lucid. This Jonathan was not only delirious but also consumed by fury. An enraged beast’s instincts—like the drive to conquer and possess—were only magnified.

The more Niamh fought, the more Jonathan felt that what belonged to him was trying to escape his control.

“I won’t let you get away… You belong to me! If you’re getting married, it’s to me!”

With just one hand, he pinned both of hers above her head. His other hand gripped her chin, forcing her to endure his fierce, scorching kisses. She couldn't speak, her mouth ravaged by his domineering tongue. Just as she felt her mind go dark from lack of oxygen, the hand gripping her chin finally moved away. But the sudden coolness that followed sent a shiver through her entire body.

Jonathan felt like he was in a dream.

In the dream, he and Niamh had remarried. When had he lost track of what was dream and what was reality? It was probably when he tasted Niamh’s cooking again; it was just too delicious.

He and Niamh had moved back to Jade Peak Manor. For days on end, neither of them went to work. They just stayed home, watching movies and playing games together. This alone made Jonathan feel incredibly happy. It felt like it had been a very long time since he’d tasted her cooking. So now that she was cooking for him again, he ate a lot at every meal. He could even finish a whole pot of the nourishing soup she made.

At first, Jonathan had hesitated over what to call her. After they first married, he had always just used her full name, but that felt too distant. He thought of the nickname “Rina.” Niamh was Rina; he knew that now. But Niamh herself seemed to resent her identity as the Quinn family’s biological daughter.