The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1072

"Aren't you being far too domineering? Have you ever once considered what Willa actually wants?" Felicia challenged.

Jeffrey's expression did not change in the slightest. "She is young. There are certain things she simply does not understand."

Felicia let out a mocking laugh. "Young? Willa is an adult, isn't she? Does she not have the right to make her own choices? You want to keep her trapped by your side like a caged bird and break her wings. Aren't you doing all this just to satisfy your own selfish desires?"

"I am not here to listen to your lectures. If you are unwilling to help, I won't force you," Jeffrey replied coolly.

With that, the man stood up. Just as he turned to leave, he paused and spoke again. "Then please do me a favor and pass a message to Max. Tell him that if he can't even sort out his own mess, he should stop meddling in other people's affairs."

Felicia looked up at him in surprise. Jeffrey strode out of the living room without another word. She withdrew her gaze, her expression slowly turning grave. After a long moment, she picked up her phone and dialed Luke's number.

The call connected quickly. "Felicia," Luke's voice came through the speaker.

"Luke, Ivy mentioned that you're in Northwick accompanying Willa for her eye treatment," Felicia started.

Luke hummed in acknowledgment. "What is it?"

"How is she doing now?" Felicia asked.

"She is still undergoing treatment. Her vision is blurry, and she needs more time to recover, but she is currently in good spirits," Luke explained.

"That's good to hear," Felicia said.

"Are you planning to stay in the Capital for now?" Luke inquired. He had seen the chatter in their group messages and knew she was back in the city.

"I'll be staying here for the time being," Felicia confirmed.

"It's best if you stay at your family home. Living out there by yourself is always inconvenient," Luke advised gently.

She had just woken up when a light knock sounded at her door.

"Come in," she called out.

Propping herself up with one arm, Felicia assumed it was the maid. When she looked up and saw the person entering the room, her groggy mind snapped awake instantly. She stared with wide eyes as the man walked toward her.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

Max walked to the side of the bed and slowly sat down. He took in her freshly woken state, her messy, tousled hair, and the lingering grogginess in her eyes. She was wearing strawberry-print pajamas. The top two buttons had come undone, giving him a clear view of the full curves completely unencumbered underneath.

His eyes darkened noticeably, and he made no effort whatsoever to look away. Catching the direction of his gaze, Felicia reacted instantly. She clamped a hand over her chest, grabbed a pillow, and hurled it at him. "Where exactly are you looking?"

Max caught the pillow easily and let out a low chuckle. "I've tasted it all before, yet you still won't let me look. The memory is quite intoxicating, actually."