His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 102

She started to pick up her pace.

It seemed the person in the next lane understood Niamh's challenge and began to speed up as well.

The two of them were racing now, stroke for stroke. In the end, Niamh was just a second too late.

She surfaced, pulling off her goggles, and glanced over at the neighboring lane.

The swimmer there was doing the same, revealing his face.

"What are you doing here?"

Niamh's eyes widened in surprise when she realized it was Jonathan. "Didn't you go to the ball?"

"It ended ages ago."

Only then did Niamh realize just how long she'd been swimming.

Jonathan, still in the water, looked different from how he'd appeared earlier that day at the water park. He wore only swim trunks, his bare torso lean and sculpted, looking almost like a marble statue in the shimmering blue pool.

She hadn't even realized she was racing against Jonathan just now.

Well, no wonder she'd lost.

Niamh climbed out of the pool.

Jonathan remained in the water, but his gaze followed her as she stepped onto the deck.

Tonight she wore a simple black one-piece swimsuit, athletic and modest—nothing revealing, nothing flashy. Still, the sleek cut and high-quality fabric accentuated her curves in a way that was understated yet captivating.

Jonathan's eyes flickered, darkening for a moment.

"Done already?"

"I'm done."

"Because of me?"

Niamh paused mid-step.

Before she could answer, Jonathan spoke again: "Why didn't you go to the ball tonight?"

This time, Niamh turned to face him.

"My dress got ruined."

Jonathan's eyebrows lifted just a fraction.

"Marina's my roommate. She's the most likely culprit."

After she said it, Niamh saw the suspicion in Jonathan's eyes give way to a faint, skeptical smile.

No wonder he'd stripped down to just his trunks; clearly, he was putting on a show for Marina.

Niamh felt a wave of nausea.

The next three days were filled with sightseeing and shopping trips at various ports.

Normally, unless coworkers were particularly close, everyone just stuck with their own roommates.

But Niamh was alone from start to finish.

Marina never left Jonathan's side.

Supposedly, this was a team-building cruise, but it felt to Niamh like nothing more than Marina's excuse to flaunt her relationship with Jonathan.

At night, Niamh always returned to an empty cabin.

Technically, Marina was her roommate, but she hadn't spent a single night in their room.

Niamh knew exactly whose cabin Marina was sleeping in.

What she didn't understand was, if they wanted to be together so badly, why hadn't they just shared a room from the start?

Her phone pinged with a new notification. Someone had sent her a friend request.

The username read: Jeffrey from Sales.