The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1105

Felicia glanced at Max and offered softly, "You can go get dinner first."

"It's fine. I'm not that hungry," Max replied.

Felicia didn't press the issue and gently led Anne into the villa. Max turned and walked back to his car. Just as he opened the door to get in, he noticed a black car and a silver car driving slowly toward him, one trailing the other. He stood by his door, watching them for a brief moment, before sliding into the driver's seat.

Soon, the two cars parked nearby. Darin and Jeremy stepped out. Darin, who had been driving the lead car, clearly saw Max getting into his vehicle. He turned to Jeremy. "You go on inside first, Jeremy."

Jeremy's gaze swept over Max's parked car, and he nodded before heading inside.

Darin walked over, stopped beside Max's car, and tapped on the window. There was no movement. He stared at the tinted glass, completely unable to see the person inside. After he knocked a second time, the window finally rolled down slowly. Max looked at him from the corner of his eye. "Speak up if you have something to say."

Hearing his cold hard tone, Darin scoffed. "Did you get off bed on the wrong side today? Who are you throwing an attitude at?"

Max withdrew his gaze, letting the silence stretch as his eyes dropped to the tablet resting in his hands.

Darin frowned slightly, pausing for a second before asking, "Did you drop Anne off?"

The man in the car remained silent, his fingers swiping methodically across the screen as if Darin did not even exist. Darin's face darkened with irritation. Deciding not to waste any more breath, he turned and walked toward the villa.

In the yard, a long dining table had been beautifully set up, and the barbecue grill was already fired up. Everyone pitched in, bringing the prepared ingredients out from the kitchen. Naturally, Felicia wanted to help, but she was quickly shooed to the side. She felt like a highly fragile patient who wasn't allowed to lift a finger. Helpless, she could only sit back and watch the three children play.

The deep blue clouds painting the sky after the rain looked exceptionally beautiful, and the evening air was incredibly fresh. Anne and Yara were running around happily in the yard, with little Sean eagerly chasing after them. Rusty and Marble had grown quite a bit. The delightfully chubby kittens chased each other up the trees, tumbling in mock battles. The children's bright laughter echoed through the air, making everything feel peaceful and perfectly idyllic.

Jeremy walked over holding a freshly roasted sweet potato and offered it to Felicia. "When is your next checkup?"

Felicia snapped out of her thoughts and took a few long strides over to the swing set. "Yeah, Anne?"

The swing slowly coasted to a halt. Anne stared at the sweet potato in her mother's hand. "What's that? I want some too."

"I will get you a new one," Felicia offered.

"I just want a bite of the one you have."

Felicia held it out, letting her take a bite. "How is it?"

Anne's eyes lit up instantly. "So sweet and yummy. Dad likes sweet things too. Mom, bring some to Dad so he can taste it."