From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 329

Eleanor picked at her dinner, barely touching her favorite foods. No matter what the housekeeper cooked, she just couldn’t shake this strange heaviness in her chest. Nothing tasted right and she felt off in a way she couldn’t explain.

She slipped away to her room, curling up on the bed. When Max came home and saw the untouched dishes, his brows knit together. “Where’s Eleanor?”

The housekeeper looked worried. “Mr. Clarkson, I think Eleanor’s not feeling well. She went to lie down.”

Max didn’t waste a second. He headed straight for the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her with concern. “Eleanor? Can you hear me?”

She let out a low hum, eyes shut tight, her brow creased.

“Are you sick? Should we go to the hospital?”

Eleanor shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I just want to sleep for a bit.”

“Don’t bother me. I need some rest.”

Max almost laughed, but he was too worried. He poured her a glass of warm water and set it on the nightstand, then stepped out onto the balcony to make a call.

“She says her heart just feels… off. No other symptoms,” he said into the phone.

On the other end, Shawn Crane sounded skeptical. “She’s probably just exhausted. Or maybe get some bloodwork done at the hospital?”

“Isn’t there anything you can do to help her feel better now?”

Shawn sighed. “Max, I’m a doctor, not a miracle worker.”

“Fine. I’ll come over and check on her myself, okay?”

Shawn couldn’t help but smile at how Max dropped everything for Eleanor, treating his friends like on-call staff whenever his wife needed something.

By the time Shawn arrived, it was almost nine. Max greeted him at the door.

“Took you long enough. Did your car break down?”

Shawn just pressed his lips together and walked in, medical bag in hand. He hadn’t imagined he’d end up doing house calls like some old-fashioned family doctor.

He pulled out his stethoscope and a portable monitor. “Vitals are all good. Blood pressure, heart rate, breathing, lungs, everything’s normal. No bloating either.”

He looked at Eleanor thoughtfully. “Could it be her period? Sometimes that wipes people out.”

Eleanor nodded. “A little better. I still don’t feel like eating, though.”

She kept the rest to herself. She felt weak all over and so sleepy, even though she’d been in bed for hours.

Max’s eyes grew serious. “Eleanor, let’s go to the hospital.”

She hesitated, nerves fluttering in her stomach. “Do we have to?”

Max ran his fingers through her hair, soft and reassuring. “Yeah, we have to.”

He scooped her up, carrying her to the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Be good. Have a little soup, and then we’ll head out.”

Eleanor had never been taken care of like this before. Max helped her brush her teeth, wash her face, even took the time to gently rub in her moisturizer.

After she got dressed, he carried her to the dining room. Passing the housekeeper made Eleanor blush, her cheeks flushing pink.

Max pressed his cool palm to her forehead, checking for a fever. “Are you feeling warm?”