His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 599

"Laughing at yourself?" Jonathan tilted his head, his eyes filled with confusion.

Niamh took a sip of the cool peanut beverage, feeling refreshed.

"You know, back when we were married, I bought so many cookbooks, both physical and digital. Because of your stomach problems, your mother warned me over and over to be careful when I cooked. I couldn't add this, couldn't add that. The food couldn't be too flavorful, or it would hurt your stomach, but it couldn't be bland either, or you wouldn't eat it and would give me the cold shoulder…"

As Niamh spoke, a faint, bitter smile touched her lips, but her eyes were calm, showing no ripples of emotion.

But as Jonathan listened, a heavy weight settled in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Back then, all I did besides cooking and cleaning was study recipes. I couldn't just follow them blindly; I had to adjust them to your tastes and your stomach's condition, while also ensuring every meal was nutritionally balanced. Thinking about it now, I was such a fool. Look at you now, enjoying this unhealthy, greasy street food, eating it with such gusto."

After she finished, Niamh took a bite of a grilled tofu skin skewer, her face beaming with the simple joy of eating something delicious.

Jonathan picked one up too.

But the same skewer tasted bitter in his mouth, with no hint of deliciousness at all.

In the end, nothing was left.

They had polished off all the kebabs and every snack they had bought.

Niamh had eaten more than Jonathan.

When Jonathan pulled up to Niamh's apartment building, they both immediately noticed the familiar white Lexus parked outside.

No one knew how long the car had been waiting there, but Niamh had a gut feeling that Elmer had been waiting for her for a long time.

Jonathan parked and got out first, opening Niamh's door for her like a proper assistant.

The moment Niamh stepped out, Elmer got out of his car too.

In the faint glow of the streetlights, Niamh saw that his expression was very serious, an expression she rarely saw on his face.

It was an excessive seriousness, laced with anger, that felt like a sharp spear, exuding an intense aggression.

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