His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 683

Niamh returned to Thomas Manor again that day.

Jonathan still hadn't woken up.

Although there was no sign of him opening his eyes, his fingers kept twitching. Her intuition told her he was trying to grasp something, as if holding on would grant him a sense of security.

After a moment's hesitation, Niamh reached out and placed a walnut in his palm. The shell was hard and a little prickly. She watched as Jonathan’s brow furrowed, his thin lips forming a slight pout, like a child who'd been wronged. Clearly, a walnut wasn't what he wanted to hold.

Niamh let out a soft laugh. She never imagined she’d be able to laugh at a time like this, but seeing the pouting expression on the unconscious Jonathan’s face, she found it impossible not to. She realized the unconscious Jonathan was far more interesting than the conscious one.

“Jonathan, if you don't wake up soon, I'm going to put walnuts in your hand every day,” she murmured. “Then you'll never be able to hold my hand again.”

Niamh knew her words were childish, but they seemed to have some effect. A pained look crossed Jonathan’s face, as if he strongly disapproved. She watched him for a while longer, but his eyes remained shut. It was as if some part of him was resisting waking up, because the world he would return to was far less pleasant than his dreams.

She sighed.

Just then, a knock came at the bedroom door. Niamh expected to see Clifford, but when she turned, Sprague was standing in the doorway.

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