From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 341

Eleanor took two days off, and with the weekend, she scored a four-day break. She let Billy know she was pregnant, since a lot of the equipment-heavy experiments were off-limits for her now. It wasn’t worth the risk to the baby.

Billy wasn’t about to push her. “It’s all good, Eleanor. From now on, just help out by reviewing the data and putting together the reports.” A desk job, basically. Eleanor couldn’t argue with that.

Word got around fast. Before long, a coworker popped by her desk, eyes bright with gossip. “Eleanor, you’re pregnant? Seriously? Congratulations! You just got married, too. Your husband’s got some skills.”

Most of the women in the office were either married or in relationships, so no topic was off-limits. Eleanor felt a bit embarrassed and had no clue how to respond.

One woman piped up, “People always say men over twenty-five are basically sixty. I didn’t get it until I got married. Now, if I wear anything remotely cute, my guy bolts to the guest room like he thinks I’m going to eat him alive.”

Another one groaned, “Right? Thank goodness for all the eye candy on my phone. After scrolling past those hotties, I look at my husband next to me—he looks like a pufferfish. I lose my appetite for three days straight.”

Eleanor tried not to laugh. Honestly, this office was full of stand-up comedians.

“So what about you, Eleanor?”

“Me?” Eleanor shook her head. “He’s not bad, actually.”

Max worked out all the time, and even though he was six years older, he looked incredible. If anything, he had too much energy. Now that Eleanor was pregnant, their doctor had specifically told them no sex in the first trimester or the last few months. Max was counting the days, though he only joked about it. Lately, even a kiss had him extra cautious—he’d just pull her onto his lap and kiss her, afraid to do anything that might disturb the baby. It was kind of sad and kind of sweet.

“Of course he’s fine. Look at Eleanor—her skin is glowing. No way you’re twenty-seven. I wouldn’t believe it for a second.”

Eleanor had been in such a good mood for the past six months that her cheeks were a little fuller and rosier. She really did look younger.

“Oh, and get this,” one of them said, lowering her voice. “I heard from a reliable source—our Mr. Clarkson is expecting a baby, too!”

“Wait. Which Clarkson? Hunter? He’s almost fifty.”

“No, not him. Max Clarkson. His wife’s pregnant, and he treats her like she’s made of gold. Someone said he was sharing his screen in a meeting and an ad popped up—‘How to Be a Super Dad.’”

Eleanor blinked. She had no idea any of this was happening.

Just how much was Max doing behind her back? And why was he so bad at keeping anything a secret?

“Isn’t that wild, Eleanor? You and Max’s wife are pregnant at the same time! If only we knew who Mrs. Clarkson was, you two should totally meet up.”

As soon as she finished, everyone went quiet. It really did seem a little too coincidental.

Eleanor forced a weak laugh. “Haha, I doubt I’m in her league. Anyway, let’s get back to work.”

People drifted back to their desks, and the office settled into its usual routine. Eleanor tried to make it through the morning, but it felt like time was crawling.

Then, out of nowhere, Max’s assistant walked into the office. Everyone glanced up in curiosity. He made a beeline for Eleanor’s desk.

“Mr. Clarkson asked me to invite you to lunch.”

Eleanor froze. The whole office stared.

“You can go now,” Max said, waving his assistant out.

The assistant shut the door, only to get a message from Max seconds later: [Your bonus is doubled this month.]

“Don’t worry,” Max said, looking at Eleanor. “Just deny everything. Your coworkers can gossip all they want, but they won’t actually confront you.”

“Of course not,” Eleanor replied. Her colleagues loved a bit of drama, but none of them had the guts to come right out and ask her. Now that they knew, they’d probably be even more careful around her.

There went her peaceful six months at work. Things were never going to be quiet again.

“Come on, eat. After lunch, you can nap in my lounge until two, then head back to work.”

Max was obviously spoiling her, but she couldn’t really complain. She ate until she was comfortable, then stretched out in his private lounge to rest. Max, meanwhile, pulled out his parenting book and started reading, totally absorbed.

A knock at the door interrupted him.

“What is it?” Max asked.

His assistant stepped in, holding out an envelope. “Here are the results from the comparison you wanted. The lab sent them over.”

Max’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the report.

Just as he expected. Juliana wasn’t Eleanor’s biological mother.