His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 843

Niamh hadn’t expected Jonathan to still be scheming, even while being this sick. His pale face, so close to hers, held a hint of slyness in its smile, and she couldn't tell if he was being sincere. But regardless, he had comforted her last night and given her his jacket, which was why he was now so ill. It was only right that she take care of him, especially since they were the only two people in the house.

“You just lie there and rest. I’ll go make you something to eat.” As Niamh got up to leave, Jonathan’s voice followed her. “Can I make a request?”

Niamh turned back, her expression clearly asking, ‘You want to make requests?’

Jonathan coughed twice before saying earnestly, “I want spaghetti carbonara, margherita pizza, tacos al pastor, beef bourguignon and chicken enchiladas.”

Niamh was speechless. If she hadn't just taken his temperature, she would have sworn he was faking it. “Fine. You just wait,” she said. As she left the bedroom and headed for the kitchen, Jonathan rubbed his empty stomach and licked his lips in anticipation.

Before long, Niamh returned carrying a tray. On it sat a bowl of nourishing soup and two small side dishes. Jonathan’s eyes widened in surprise. Niamh just smiled. “You didn’t really think I was going to make you all that, did you?”

Feeling mocked, Jonathan pouted with a wounded look. “You’re sick and on medication. You can’t eat greasy, heavy foods that are hard to digest,” Niamh explained, sitting on the edge of the bed and picking up the bowl. “Some simple soup and side dishes will help you get better faster.”

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