From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 345

Linden sucked in a sharp breath.

“Ow... babe, that hurts. Can you be a little more gentle?”

Yolanda just stared at him for a second. Was he trying to make this sound any more suggestive? Seriously.

It took her a moment to notice the bump on his forehead, and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. Was that her fault? Maybe she’d been a little too rough. Gently, she repositioned his arm over her shoulder.

“Alright, come on. Be good, let’s get you home.”

He smiled just a little, so quick she almost missed it. Playing the victim might be a tired trick, but it sure worked on her.

When Max got home, Eleanor was still up.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to blink away the sleep. “You’re home late.”

Max leaned in and kissed her, slow and soft. She let out a little sound, half surprise, half pleasure. He didn’t stop there, letting his hand drift to her chest, fingers curving around her softness.

“I missed you, baby.”

“Mmm...” Eleanor’s eyes fluttered closed.

She felt small and safe in his arms, his lips covering hers with a heat that made her whole body tingle. By the time he finally let her go, five minutes must have passed, but it felt like just a heartbeat.

She was breathless, her heart pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it. Her cheeks burned, and she had to take a second to calm down.

Once she managed to catch her breath, Max’s face turned serious.

“Babe, I need to talk to you about something.”

Eleanor let out a lazy little noise, like a cat stretching in the sun. “Yeah? What is it?”

“It’s about Juliana.”

The name woke her up instantly, like someone had flipped a switch.

“What about her?”

Max took a deep breath. “I got a DNA sample. Compared it with yours. She’s not your real mom.”

He pulled her closer, voice gentle. “Hey, don’t be sad. I’m here. You always have me.”

Eleanor wrapped her arms around him, hiding her face in his neck. “I know. I just... I can’t help feeling sad.”

All those years she’d worked herself to the bone. Studying, working, fighting for Jared’s health. And now she learned even Jared wasn’t her real brother. Juliana had only kept her around to use her, nothing more.

Max kissed the tears from her cheeks, soft and reassuring. “Try not to think about it. I spent a long time wondering if I should tell you. I even asked your best friend, and she said you deserved the truth.”

“I don’t want anything left unsaid between us.”

“And whether you want to go back to the Davidson family, that’s your choice. No one else’s.”

The Davidson family.

Eleanor’s thoughts drifted to the old photo, the woman’s gentle smile. That was her mother.

“I just need some time, Max. My head is spinning. I need to figure out what to do.”