The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1094

If anyone had snapped a photo of the two distinguished executives grappling in the open, it would have sold to the tabloids for an absolute fortune. Felicia stopped in her tracks, watching them with a deep frown.

Max spotted her first. He immediately released his grip and shoved Darin backward. Darin quickly noticed Felicia standing a short distance away and hurriedly began straightening his wrinkled shirt.

Felicia gave them both a single, exhausted look before ignoring them completely and continuing toward the road. Max immediately fell into step behind her.

She stood on the curb, waiting for her rideshare to turn around. As the car pulled up, she took a step forward to open the door, only to feel a large hand clamp down firmly around her wrist.

"Where are you going?" Max asked. "Let me drive you."

Felicia turned to look at him. His hair was messy, and his shirt had been violently untucked from his trousers. "I do not need a ride. Let go of me."

Max tightened his grip, showing absolutely no intention of releasing her. The two stood frozen in a tense stalemate. The uniformed driver sat patiently in the car, politely refraining from rushing them.

The silence stretched on heavily.

"Max..." Felicia started, her voice dripping with irritation. Before she could finish, Max cut her off.

"I am sorry."

Felicia froze entirely. For a moment, she wondered if she was hallucinating. She never imagined she would ever hear those words willingly leave this arrogant, suffocatingly proud man's lips. She simply stared at him, the sharp words she had prepared dying instantly in her throat. Quickly recovering her composure, she turned her head away to break eye contact. A fragile silence settled over the humid air.

"Where are you heading?" Max asked again.

Instead of answering him, Felicia leaned toward the driver's window. "I am so sorry, but I will not be needing the ride after all."

"No problem, please just cancel the order on your app," the driver replied with a polite nod. Felicia agreed, and the driver smoothly pulled away from the curb.

Max stared him down. "If you want to fight, book a ring at the martial arts club tomorrow."

"We do not need to wait until tomorrow," Darin growled. "We can settle this right now." He had been dying to beat the absolute life out of Max for a very long time.

"Not today," Max said firmly.

"Felicia does not want anything to do with you right now," Darin spat.

"Whether she wants to deal with me or not does not change the fact that I am going to keep an eye on her," Max retorted.

"Your presence actively ruins her mood. She does not need you keeping an eye on her."

Max's brow furrowed tightly. "You really need to go find yourself a girlfriend, Darin, instead of spending every waking hour hovering around her."