His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 758

Tonight's meal was probably the most lavish she’d had in the two years she’d been on Whispering Island. Niamh picked up her fork and noticed Jonathan across from her, seemingly waiting for her to take the first bite. She started with one-pot chicken and rice.

“How is it?” Jonathan asked, his voice tinged with an endearing nervousness, as if he were afraid his cooking wouldn't meet her standards.

Niamh fought back a smile. “Your cooking has improved a lot,” she said, and it wasn’t just a compliment; it was the truth. The seasonings available on Whispering Island were different from those in Aldonia, and even the cookware had subtle differences. Niamh herself found that her own cooking never tasted quite the same here. She’d had Jonathan’s food before, but tonight’s meal was undeniably better than anything he’d made in the past.

At her praise, a rare, brilliant smile lit up his handsome face. “It seems like hard work really does pay off. These past two years of practice weren’t for nothing.”

“Hmm?” Niamh tilted her head, studying him. But Jonathan left it at that, offering no further explanation.

Curiosity gnawed at her. Had Jonathan spent the last two years, while she was presumed dead, practicing his cooking every day? But… who was he cooking for?

Jonathan saw the question in her eyes but chose not to answer. He didn’t want to tell her that for two years, he had cooked a meal every single day and taken it to her grave. That was how he’d honed his culinary skills. He didn’t want his willing sacrifice to become a burden on her.

“If you like it, eat more,” he said, placing another piece of meat on her plate.

As Niamh ate in silence, her mind drifted back to their married life. Back then, she had believed he loved her, and cooking for him every day had been a source of happiness. She would eagerly place food on his plate, hoping he would enjoy her cooking. She never imagined… everything was still the same, only the roles were reversed.

While Niamh and Jonathan were eating, Marlin, who had been playing with a ball, let out a cry of protest. Both their gazes immediately shifted to him. The baby, apparently drawn by the aroma of the food, was upset that they were eating without him.

Jonathan couldn't help but chuckle. “You’ll have to wait until you’re a little older to eat this stuff.”

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