His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 637

The searing pain made the man scream, the shock instantly sobering him up. He clutched his broken wrist, spewing curses. Just then, two men in black suits walked into the bar and efficiently dragged the screaming man away. The bar fell quiet again, but the air was now thick with a hint of menace. All eyes had been on Niamh, but now, no one dared to even look in her direction.

"Have a seat." Niamh sat down, and Jonathan sat beside her.

"Do you have a listening device on me, or a tracking chip?" Niamh shot a sideways glance at Jonathan. She had just wanted some quiet time and a drink, and somehow, she'd run into him again.

"You're always changing your clothes and your bags. Even if I wanted to plant a tracker, you'd have to give me the opportunity," Jonathan's logic was sound, but Niamh still didn't believe their meeting was a coincidence.

Before Niamh could order a second drink, the bartender placed a martini in front of her.

"I didn't order this..."

"It's from this gentleman," the bartender said, gesturing to Jonathan beside her.

Niamh lifted the glass and took a small sip. The fruity notes of the cocktail instantly coated her tongue.

"Why are you so determined to haunt me?"

"Why isn't Elmer with you?" Jonathan not only ignored her question but threw one back at her. "A woman drinking alone in a bar is an easy target." As far as Jonathan could recall, Niamh didn't frequent places like this. "Is something bothering you?"

Niamh froze at his question. The profile of Jonathan's face that came into view was sharply defined, like a sculpture, his features deep and chiseled. He wasn't looking at her but was quietly sipping a tequila on the rocks. Niamh found herself staring at his face for a long moment before coolly replying, "It's none of your business."

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