His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 780

"Pretty much. At least, I know who to target." "Who?" Instead of answering directly, Niamh took out her phone, pulled up a web page, and turned the screen toward Jonathan. Jonathan's expression didn't change in the slightest. Niamh could tell he had already arrived at the same conclusion.

"Let's not alert him yet. Just have someone keep an eye on him for a few days," Niamh said. As she finished, she noticed him watching her with a slight, squinted smile. "What?" she asked. "Nothing... It's just that you're getting quite comfortable ordering me around." His comment made Niamh realize that the Quinn family's affairs really had nothing to do with Jonathan. And yet, all the resources she was using were his. A ripple of emotion went through her, and her long lashes fluttered down.

Then she looked back at him and asked, "How do you want me to thank you?" "You could marry me." "In your dreams." Seeing her reject him without a second thought, Jonathan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Then just let me join you and Marlin when you light the sparklers tonight. That's not too much to ask, is it?" Niamh froze, then couldn't help but smile. His request was so humble, she actually found it a little cute.

After dinner, the sky slowly darkened. Hayes and Carlotta had spent the entire day playing with Marlin. It had exhausted the two of them, but they were clearly enjoying every minute. They knew Marlin was Niamh's son, which made him their grandson. However, they noticed Niamh never referred to Jonathan as 'Daddy' in front of Marlin. It made them wonder who Marlin's father really was, but given their current situation and the delicate relationship they had with Niamh, they didn't dare ask.

Fireworks were forbidden in the residential area, so Jonathan drove Niamh and Marlin to a small park, taking a fire extinguisher from the car just in case. Once everything was set up, they began to light the sparklers. "Wow... Mama... bababababa..." Marlin waved his arms and babbled excitedly, but Niamh couldn't understand a word. Jonathan chuckled beside her. "Looks like Marlin wants to hold a sparkler."

"You can translate that?" Niamh asked, skeptical. "I'm fluent in 'baby'," Jonathan replied casually. "Marlin's really growing up. He's a brave little man." At Jonathan's praise, Marlin clapped his chubby hands together in delight.

"He's only one. He's got another ten years before he can play with fireworks!" Seeing Niamh's stern expression, Marlin immediately snuggled into Jonathan's arms, as if seeking comfort. Jonathan couldn't help but laugh. "We really are like a family of three, aren't we? Mom plays the bad cop, Dad plays the good cop."

The faint smile on Niamh's face vanished. The light, easy atmosphere suddenly became awkward as she fell silent. Jonathan looked at Niamh, watching as she silently took another sparkler from the box. He realized he must have said the wrong thing. The sky was now completely dark. Jonathan lit a sparkler and said to Niamh, "I'll hold Marlin, and let him hold the sparkler while he's in my arms. How about that?"