His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 808

And he had stomach problems, too! The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

“Can’t you pay any attention to your health? You know your stomach can’t handle this!”

Chastened, Jonathan scratched his head in embarrassment. It had just been so long since he’d tasted her cooking. Even in the past, when he’d looked down on her the most, he had always privately admired her culinary skills—though he’d never said so out loud.

“I was afraid if I didn’t eat more, I might not get another chance,” Jonathan said softly, a hint of grievance in his voice.

“Who said you won’t get another chance? I never said this was a one-time thing,” Niamh replied without thinking. Only after the words were out did she realize the potential ambiguity. Looking at Jonathan, she saw a sly smile spreading across his face, and she felt as if he had deliberately set a trap for her. She turned and walked away.

Jonathan couldn’t stop her in time and sighed in regret before obediently gathering the dishes.

In the kitchen, Jonathan started washing the dishes. For weeks, he had been the one to cook and the one to clean. He, who had once looked down on housewives, now felt a deep sense of regret. Housework wasn’t just not easy; it was hard, demanding, and required both skill and talent. Though he had been doing it all this time, it was obvious he wasn't as fast or as good at it as Niamh was.

He’d had such a good wife, and he hadn’t cherished her. Everything happening now was his just deserts. Jonathan sighed again.

Just then, Niamh walked back in and held a bowl out to him. The medicinal aroma that wafted from it made him pause.

“This is…”

“Your remedy. I’ve already heated it up.”

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