His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 699

In a fit of pique, he'd sent Prescott away, possessed by a self-destructive urge to be left alone. He never expected it would turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

In the car's bright interior light, Niamh could see the complex emotions swirling in Jonathan's eyes—annoyance, disappointment, and resentment, but mostly, sheer surprise.

"It's late, this was the only kind of stomach medicine I could find. Try taking two, it might help ease the pain," Niamh said, handing the pills and a bottle of water to him. Jonathan didn't take them. "I don't have the strength…" He was pale and drenched in sweat, so he certainly looked weak. But Niamh didn't believe for a second that he was incapable of taking a few pills on his own.

"If you're thinking I'm going to feed them to you, you're mistaken." After she spoke, Niamh saw Jonathan give a wry smile, the kind of helpless look one has when a little scheme is exposed. She couldn't believe he'd actually hoped she would. Thinking back, even the Jonathan from their time at the juvenile detention center had never shown such a vulnerable side. Niamh had to suppress a laugh. "You should be grateful I bought you medicine at all. Don't ask for more." Jonathan nodded at her words. For the first time, Niamh felt like he was an obedient, well-behaved child.

His hand trembled slightly as he took the water bottle, but he successfully swallowed the medicine. "This kind of medication might not even work…" "It's working great. I feel much better already." Jonathan looked up, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his face under the light. Niamh's mouth twitched. "Even a miracle cure needs time to be absorbed!" "No… any medicine you buy is a miracle cure," Jonathan said with absolute conviction.

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