His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 648

As soon as Preston finished speaking, Jonathan, who was standing beside him, cut in coolly, “You’ve heard Niamh play the piano?”

Preston’s eyes met Jonathan’s. Though Jonathan’s gaze was always cold, this time it was laced with a distinct sourness. Jealousy.

“Just now…”

It’s your own fault for not getting here sooner, Preston thought, but he didn’t dare say the words aloud.

Jonathan’s mind was a tumultuous sea, the tide rushing in. So… it wasn’t just Linden who played. Niamh had played, too? His heart hammered against his ribs again as the possibility that Niamh was Rina swirled in his mind.

Being stared at so intently by Jonathan, Niamh felt a wave of bewilderment. It wasn't the first time he had looked at her like this, but his expression had never been so strange. He looked at her as if he’d just seen a ghost.

“Play for me again!” Jonathan seized Niamh’s wrist, trying to pull her to her feet.

“Jonathan!” Preston couldn’t help but cry out. Jonathan’s aura was suddenly terrifying.

“Hey, you! Keep your hands to yourself!” Linden grabbed Jonathan’s arm and forcefully shoved him away. “Who do you think you are, putting your hands on my mentor? Look, you’ve left a red mark on her wrist.”

Jonathan’s gaze fell to Niamh’s hand, where a faint red imprint was already forming. A flicker of remorse crossed his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Doesn’t look like you’re sorry,” Linden grumbled. “Besides, if you want to hear her play, just come to the piano competition I’m organizing. I’ll make sure she participates.”

Linden’s words sparked an idea in Jonathan’s mind. If Niamh entered the competition, he was guaranteed to hear her play.

“Fine. I support it.”

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