His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 717

Four hours later—

Niamh and Lance said their goodbyes at the diner’s entrance.

“I’m not asking for an immediate answer. Take a few days to think it over, and just contact me when you’ve made a decision.”

“Okay, okay…” Lance said, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks slightly flushed. “Well, goodbye, Ms. Rivers.”

“Goodbye.”

After watching Lance walk back into The Imperial Tower, Niamh turned around and finally noticed Jonathan, who was still standing quietly against the window.

“What are you doing here?”

Jonathan turned to meet her surprised gaze and said simply, “I was waiting for you.”

“You stood here for four hours just to wait for me?”

“Yes,” Jonathan nodded decisively.

“Then why didn’t you wait in the car?”

Jonathan strode closer to Niamh, stopping just half a step away and lowering his head slightly.

For a moment, Niamh thought his forehead was going to touch hers.

“Because I was hoping it would touch you.”

His eyes, so close to hers, sparkled like stars, and his elegant, thin lips curved into a faint smile.

Niamh couldn't shake the feeling that Jonathan was deliberately trying to seduce her.

“Then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you.”

Niamh pushed him away with feigned indifference and walked toward the car.

Jonathan followed her step for step, a wry smile on his face.

By the time they returned to the city, it was almost dinnertime.

“Would you like to have dinner together?” Jonathan’s tone was gentle, his attitude sincere.

But Niamh shook her head.

“No, thanks. I have plans with Quentin. We’re eating at the company cafeteria.”

As Niamh was about to get out of the car, Jonathan suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Her long lashes fluttered up as she looked at him.

A flicker of reluctance crossed Jonathan's eyes.

But she wasn't a machine; she needed a balance of work and rest.

So, she chose to read a novel.

As a top author on the QD sci-fi channel, Gloom Thorn had written many books. The one being adapted into a short series was his latest.

Niamh started with that one and found herself reading for the entire night.

She wasn’t just reading for work; she was genuinely captivated, getting more and more hooked with every page.

“Getting lost in your hobbies, are we, boss?” Quentin teased as he handed her a coffee.

“This is for work…”

“In that case, how about we switch? You can handle the partnership negotiations, write up the proposals, and hold meetings with the department managers, and I’ll read the novels.”

“I have to personally handle the designs for this new collection, so it’s perfectly justifiable for me to be reading novels!”

Niamh’s comeback left Quentin speechless.

Although she was indulging herself a little, once you got into a good book, it was hard to put down.

Over the next three days, Niamh spent nearly every waking moment reading, finishing more than half of Gloom Thorn’s works.

Meanwhile, Gloom Thorn, along with the copyright holders from the QD platform for his short series, officially signed a cross-promotional contract with Quentin.