His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 642

“But you offended my master. The fact that I’m still speaking to you calmly instead of beating you to a pulp just proves what a civilized person I am.”

Jonathan saw the fierce protectiveness and care Linden had for Niamh, and an uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach.

“When did you take on a pianist as your apprentice?” he asked Niamh.

“Why are you still hanging around here?” Linden shot back before Niamh could answer.

“Because Niamh hasn’t told me to leave…”

Before Jonathan could finish, Linden hooked his arm through Niamh’s. “Then you might as well stay… Master, I flew for so long to get here, I’m dead tired and starving. Won’t you treat me to a meal to welcome me?”

“Of course!” Niamh readily agreed. “What do you feel like eating?”

“I want a feast!”

“…I haven’t eaten either.”

Suddenly, Niamh heard Jonathan’s voice. He was staring at her, his face a stern mask. But despite his serious expression, she somehow sensed a look of profound grievance in his eyes.

“Oh, you’re hungry?” Linden cheerfully rummaged through his travel bag, pulled out a large cup of instant ramen, and shoved it into Jonathan’s hands. “Don’t be shy, take it. Consider it a reward from my master.”

Jonathan was speechless.

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