His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 692

Anything was better than her indifference.

Jonathan scratched his head and muttered under his breath, “So I guess even selling my body can’t get your attention anymore.”

Niamh blinked. What? As far as she could tell, she was the one who got taken advantage of last night. Why did Jonathan sound like he was the one who’d been wronged?

Seeing his look of utter vexation, Niamh pursed her lips and took out her phone.

Ding!

Jonathan's phone chimed. He looked down to see Niamh had sent him $200.

His expression darkened instantly. He remembered a time during their divorce proceedings when they had also been intimate. That time, she had given him two hundred dollars in cash.

Jonathan gave a bitter smile and accepted the transfer. “Inflation has shot up several times over the years, but my price hasn’t budged…” he grumbled while accepting the money.

Niamh paused, took out her phone again, and sent him another hundred dollars.

That brought the total to three hundred. Jonathan pouted. He felt his performance was worth more than that. Was it because he’d been disoriented last night and too rough, giving her a bad experience?

While he was agonizing over it, Niamh started to walk away. “Now we're even.”

“Don’t go.” Jonathan grabbed her hand.

She tried to pull away but couldn't break his grip. “What else do you want?” Niamh asked bluntly.

Jonathan’s palm was sweaty, and the brief contact had already made her own hand feel damp.

He didn't answer her question. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he didn't know how. He didn't know what he wanted. He just… couldn't let her leave like this.

“You’ve… met Elmer’s parents, haven’t you?”

Niamh was taken aback, surprised that he knew. “Am I so completely under your control that you know everything I do?” she retorted, sidestepping his question.

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