His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 714

“How about something sweet?”

Niamh turned instinctively, only to find herself far too close to Jonathan. She quickly snapped her head back.

Sensing her unease, Jonathan smiled and shifted slightly, creating a little more space between them.

“You look tired. Something sweet might help with the fatigue.”

“No, thanks. I’m afraid it’ll just make me sleepy.”

“What about some fruit?”

“Fruit sounds good. Do you have any on the plane?”

“If not, I can always land the plane and go buy some.”

Niamh laughed at his remark. This was a private jet, not a bicycle you could just pull over.

“I’ll have whatever you’ve got!”

Jonathan knew Niamh was never picky.

He had someone bring two bunches of grapes, one green and one red.

Just as he was about to ask Niamh which kind she wanted, Jonathan noticed that she seemed to have been struck by inspiration and was completely absorbed in sketching.

So, without a word, he plucked a red grape, carefully peeled the skin, and held it to her lips.

Niamh froze, looking up at him in surprise.

Jonathan’s expression was perfectly casual, as if he saw nothing unusual about peeling a grape and feeding it to her.

“I can do it myself.”

“You’re drawing. Let me.”

“But…”

“There’s nothing to ‘but’ about. Besides, I enjoy peeling grapes. It’s not for you.”

Niamh was baffled.

In all the years she’d known him, this was the first she’d ever heard of his hobby of peeling grapes.

Though she felt a little awkward, she eventually ate the grape he held out for her.

It was delicious—sweet and juicy.

She hadn’t intended to sleep for long, just to give her eyes a break.

But the exhaustion from the trip caught up with her, and she unknowingly drifted off into a deep sleep.

Sitting beside her, Jonathan turned his head and watched her sleep.

He could tell how worn out she’d been lately; fatigue was etched into her features, and she looked pale.

He gently guided her head to rest on his shoulder.

However long she slept, he would be her pillow.

Even if his shoulder grew sore and numb.

When she woke, the sky was already brightening. Niamh was shocked, not realizing she had slept for so long.

Even more shocking was the fact that she had woken up leaning against Jonathan’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. You could have just pushed me away…”

Niamh glanced at his shoulder, where a large patch on his white shirt was soaked with sweat.