His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 715

“It’s fine. You were only leaning on me for a little while.”

Jonathan’s tone was light, and Niamh didn’t bother trying to figure out how much of that was true.

After a quick breakfast on board, the plane landed smoothly at the Aldenville airport.

“Let's go home, shower, and change. Then I’m taking you to meet someone.”

Hearing this, Niamh frowned slightly.

Jonathan probably didn't mean to sound commanding, but his phrasing still made Niamh feel like she was being ordered around.

“What’s wrong?” Jonathan noticed her change in mood.

“I have important work to do, so I won’t be going with you.”

“Niamh…”

Just as she turned to leave, Jonathan grabbed her hand.

“I’m taking you to see the online author Preston mentioned—Gloom Thorn.”

Niamh, who had been about to pull her hand away, froze.

And so, despite her intention to part ways with Jonathan, she ended up going with him.

They first returned to Trinity Lane, heading to their respective homes to change.

“See? This is the advantage of being neighbors,” Jonathan said, turning to her as he unlocked his door.

Niamh glanced at him. “The advantage is that it’s a convenient carpool?”

Jonathan shook his head.

“The advantage is that I get to see you again as quickly as possible.”

With that, he opened his door and went inside.

Niamh let out a long breath and opened her own door.

After showering and changing, they both opened their doors at almost the exact same time and met again in the hallway.

“See? Wasn’t that fast?”

On the sun-drenched white terrace, he had silently approached her, hoping to stage a romantic encounter.

But her eyes were only for her work; she hadn't seen him at all.

Jonathan sighed, feeling a bit like a deflated balloon.

“You still haven’t answered my question. Why were you so sure I was looking for Gloom Thorn?”

Niamh didn’t believe he had arranged this meeting just from hearing her on the phone. Besides, Preston was the one who had mentioned Gloom Thorn’s name; she hadn’t said it once.

“What if I told you…” Jonathan began, seemingly nonchalant as he drove.

“We’re just on the same wavelength?”

As Jonathan turned to give her a bright smile—one she rarely saw—Niamh instinctively cleared her throat, her hands slowly clenching in her lap.

She hated the feeling of being read so easily.

Especially by him.

Noticing the serious expression that crossed Niamh’s face, Jonathan dropped the subject.