The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1098

"It feels like your scent has changed a little," he remarked suddenly.

Felicia glanced up at him, forcing her tone to remain perfectly casual. "How could it possibly be any different?"

Inside, however, her heart began to hammer in sudden panic. Since becoming pregnant, her natural scent had indeed altered slightly. She hadn't noticed it herself until Ava had mentioned it in passing. She hadn't paid the comment much mind, figuring an average person would never detect something so subtle. Yet, Max had proven sharp enough to catch the shift.

"It just is," Max continued thoughtfully. "Before, it was a bit fresher. Now, it has deepened, just a little."

The fact that he knew her so intimately made her stomach flip. Felicia averted her eyes, shrugging lightly. "I don't know. Maybe I have just been eating too well lately."

A smirk touched the corners of Max's lips. "You definitely have been eating well. You have put some flesh on your waist."

Felicia offered no reply, though she silently breathed a sigh of relief. Still, she couldn't be entirely sure if he was truly devoid of suspicion. Unwilling to risk probing further, she chose to stay quiet lest she accidentally give herself away.

After riding a fair distance down the trail, Felicia felt the urge to walk for a while. Max dismounted first. He reached up, placing one hand behind her back and sweeping his other arm beneath her knees. As he lifted her out of the saddle, Felicia instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself. Max made no move to set her on her feet. Instead, he held her flush against his chest, a teasing glint in his eye. "Are you really this worried I am going to drop you?"

Felicia stared him down. "Put me down."

Felicia didn't answer. She looked away, noting that he was being uncharacteristically well-behaved today. Finding a nice, shaded spot beneath a tree, she sank down onto the grass, finally feeling the fatigue from her walk. Max took a seat right beside her, bending one knee and resting his arm across it. He looked at her softly. "Do you want to rest your head on my lap and sleep for a bit?"

She shook her head. "I am not tired."

Max didn't argue, but he didn't look away either. Feeling the heavy weight of his unwavering stare, Felicia turned to him. "What are you looking at?"

Max chuckled softly. "I was just thinking about how Anne is exactly like you." Whenever Anne was mad at him, she would stubbornly oppose everything he said or did. Felicia's current expressions and reactions were practically identical to their daughter's.