His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 677

Niamh was left speechless, then let out a laugh. "I never knew you were such an idealist, Benson!"

"It's not idealism… it's being in touch with your inner child. Did you never watch Sleeping Beauty when you were little?"

Listening to Nestor's confident words, Niamh lowered her gaze to Jonathan. He was still in a coma, looking just like the fairy-tale princess, sleeping peacefully. His face was truly much more mature than the boy she remembered from the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center, but the underlying features were the same. You could still recognize him at a glance. Niamh had to admit that she had changed a lot since middle school. Even she had trouble recognizing herself in old photos. But even so, Jonathan still shouldn't have mistaken Marina for her.

Gazing at his sleeping face, Niamh was filled with a hundred conflicting emotions. "Just let me go… and let yourself go, too…" Her love story with Jonathan was destined to be a tragedy of missed timing. Back at the juvenile center, just as the first blush of love had begun to bloom, Jonathan had been taken away. When she was finally free and tried to contact him, the phone number she had once treasured had been disconnected. When they met again, she loved him, but he didn't love her. After the divorce, he fell in love with her, but she no longer wanted to love him back.

Niamh sighed and turned to leave. She wasn't Jonathan's round-the-clock caregiver. She had only promised Clifford she would visit Jonathan at Thomas Manor once a day. Clifford firmly believed that if Jonathan were to ever wake up, it would be because of Niamh. Therefore, as long as Niamh came every day, maybe, just maybe, he would wake up. As far as she could remember, Clifford had never asked her for anything. A daily visit was a small effort for her, but that was all she could do.

Just as Niamh turned, her hand was suddenly grabbed. Her heart leaped, and her eyes shot wide. There was no one else in the bedroom but her… and Jonathan. She whipped her head around to look at him on the bed.

"…Don't go…" Jonathan's eyes were still closed, his brow furrowed. He didn't seem to be truly awake. "Don't go… darling…"

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