His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 824

Niamh said with a wry smile. “You’re in far more danger than Marlin is right now,” Jonathan’s voice came through the phone, dead serious. “At least Marlin doesn’t run all over the place.” Niamh’s smile became even more strained. “Can you please stop treating me like a child? I did just fine for those two years on Whispering Island without you.”

Jonathan went silent. Suddenly, Niamh remembered what Elmer had told her. She might have been fine on Whispering Island, but for Jonathan, those two years had been a living hell. An image she had never witnessed but had only heard about flashed through her mind: Jonathan, all alone, carrying a thermos up the long flight of steps to her grave. He would carefully lay out the food he had cooked himself, place fresh flowers, and then kneel for what felt like an eternity.

A tightness seized Niamh’s chest. Her return from the dead was, for him, the recovery of something lost forever. It was only natural for him to be terrified of something happening to her again. “Don’t worry,” Niamh said, her voice softening. “With all the bodyguards you’ve assigned me, I’ll be fine.” “Okay… I probably won’t make it back tonight. Please be extra careful on your own.”

“I won’t let anything happen to me, if only for Marlin’s sake.” The mention of Marlin seemed to be the most persuasive argument for Jonathan. He gave her a few more reminders before finally hanging up. Clutching her phone, Niamh took a deep breath, her expression growing serious.

Night fell, the darkness over the city deepening. It was time for Niamh to leave. The drive to Capital River Pier would be perfectly timed. Jonathan’s bodyguards naturally moved to follow her, but she held up a hand to stop them. “Ms. Rivers, Mr. Thomas gave us direct orders. We cannot let you go anywhere alone. It’s our job.”

“I know,” Niamh said, looking at the guards with a serious expression. “And that’s why I have a new job for you.”

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