His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 694

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The slightest thing concerning Jonathan still seemed to command Niamh's attention. Elmer knew, deep down, that Niamh paid far more attention to Jonathan than she ever did to him, even after Jonathan had hurt her so terribly. He believed Niamh when she said she no longer loved Jonathan, but she didn't love him, either. Elmer had a persistent gut feeling that if he and Jonathan were placed on a scale, Niamh's heart would always tip in Jonathan's favor.

With a sigh, he tapped the location and followed the navigation to the bar. Jonathan was already waiting at The Velvet Spur. He was sitting at the bar and had clearly been there for some time before Elmer arrived.

"You invite me to dinner, but you bring me to a bar?" Elmer said, taking the seat next to him. Just then, a waiter placed a charcuterie board with ham, cheese, and fruit in front of him.

"Happy now?" Jonathan remarked casually, taking a sip of his tequila on the rocks. Elmer could tell Jonathan was agitated, as if he had a lot of questions for him. But Elmer was hungry, so he focused on eating. By the time he finished the platter, the bartender had placed another glass of tequila on the rocks before him.

Jonathan's voice came from the side. "I didn't know what you like to drink…"

"I'm not picky about my liquor. Anything's fine." Elmer took a drink, minding his own business.

"You proposed to Niamh, didn't you?"

Elmer paused, his glass halfway to his lips, and shot Jonathan a sideways glance. Jonathan's expression was unreadable, his face perpetually frozen in a cold mask. From his reaction, Elmer guessed Jonathan only knew half the story. A faint, elegant smile touched his lips. "I did."