His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 832

Outside Wade’s room stood two bodyguards who looked thoroughly reliable. Niamh couldn't help but chuckle wryly. “This looks less like protection and more like house arrest.”

“Let him think what he wants,” Jonathan said, patting her back comfortingly. “We’ve done all we can.”

“You’re right,” Niamh nodded, trusting her own judgment.

The bodyguards opened the door, and Niamh and Jonathan stepped inside. In the modest room, Wade was sitting on the bed with his head down. He looked terrible, and the heavy, dark circles under his eyes told Niamh he hadn’t slept at all. Was it because he felt imprisoned? Or was he terrified Ramona would send someone else to kill him? Or perhaps he felt a sliver of guilt over her injuries? Niamh couldn’t know. It was probably a combination of all three.

“Mr. Jarrod, we’re here,” Niamh said gently.

Wade slowly lifted his head. His gaze softened when it landed on Niamh. “How’s your back?”

Niamh was taken aback for a second, then smiled. “Thank you for asking. It’s nothing serious.”

“I applied ointment for her,” Jonathan interjected, drawing Wade’s attention. It was blindingly obvious to anyone that Jonathan was hopelessly devoted to Niamh. Wade managed a bitter smile. “I truly regret it… I never should have been so foolish…” The smile faded, and the regret in his eyes morphed into intense anguish. Niamh could see that his remorse was genuine, not an act.

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