The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1117

When Max returned with the glass of water, Felicia was already sitting up against the backrest, her clothes properly smoothed out. She met his gaze, accepted the glass from his hand, and took a long, steadying sip.

Max sat back down beside her. "Is your stomach hurting?"

"It has passed," Felicia replied softly. "I am fine now."

"We should still have a doctor come take a look, just to be safe," Max insisted.

"There is no need for that. I really am perfectly fine."

Max simply stared at her, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an unsettling intensity. Felicia's chest tightened in panic under his scrutiny. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You seem incredibly nervous," Max noted slowly.

Felicia's grip on the glass tightened, her knuckles turning white. "Why on earth would I be nervous?"

Max's lips tipped up into an unreadable smile. "Do you want some more water?"

Felicia broke eye contact and downed the rest of the water in one gulp. She honestly had no idea if Max was genuinely suspicious of her condition. She let out a quiet breath, forcing her racing heart to calm down. If he figured it out, then so be it. She would not be able to hide it from him forever anyway.

Max smoothly took the empty glass from her hands.

"I am going upstairs," Felicia announced, quickly standing up.

Max remained seated, his eyes dark and completely unfathomable as he watched her retreating figure disappear up the stairs.

Over the next few days, Willa settled comfortably into life at Oakridge Estate. She made sure never to intrude on Felicia and Max's private time. During the day, when Max was at the office and Anne was at school, Felicia would keep her company. Whenever Willa found herself with free time, she spent it in the kitchen, eagerly teaching herself how to bake various pastries.

Luke had been completely swamped with work and could not find the time to visit, but Felicia often heard his voice over the phone when he called. It was glaringly obvious that Willa was falling deeply in love with him. Her voice would take on a sweet, bashful lilt every time they spoke. It was entirely natural, and Felicia was happy for her.

Jeffrey undoubtedly knew that Willa was staying at Oakridge Estate by now, but there was no telling what his next move would be.

With the date of her prenatal checkup rapidly approaching, Felicia quietly prepared to return to the Ross family estate for a few days.

"Luke!" she called out brightly.

Luke turned to look at her. Willa hurried over to the sofa and gently set the tray of freshly baked, assorted cupcakes down on the coffee table.

Luke blinked in genuine surprise, looking from the flawless pastries back to Willa with admiration. "Did you make all of these?"

Willa stood closely by his side, nodding shyly. "I had some free time, so I decided to teach myself how to bake a few things."

Luke's gaze lingered on the beautifully decorated cakes, a warm, affectionate smile spreading across his face. "They look incredible."

"And they taste just as amazing," Felicia chimed in with a laugh. "I have already eaten quite a few, and Anne absolutely loves them."

Being openly praised right in front of Luke made Willa flush with the most endearing, bashful sweetness.

Luke reached out, picked up a slice of strawberry shortcake, and took a generous bite.