The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1141

Max turned and strode away. Darin watched the man retreating figure. His silence, his evasion of the question, was enough to confirm Darin’s suspicions.

Luke emerged from the villa and stopped as he passed Darin. "See you tomorrow."

Darin glanced at him sideways and gave a soft grunt of acknowledgment. "Drive safe."

Luke nodded slightly and hurried away. Just outside the villa gates, he called out to Max.

"Max."

Max looked back at him.

Luke walked up and asked, "Jeffrey still has no intention of letting Felicia come back?" He never imagined that Felicia was actually pregnant. Greg had not mentioned a word of it to him, and learning about it now filled him with overwhelming guilt. If anything happened to Felicia, he would never be able to forgive himself.

"She will come back safe and sound," Max assured him. "You do not need to blame yourself, Luke. This is not your burden to bear alone."

Luke met his gaze silently.

"Have you spoken to your brother about Willa yet?" Max asked suddenly.

Luke clenched his fingers slightly. "Not yet."

"Face your true feelings honestly and ask yourself what you really want," Max advised. "You need to start making plans for your own future. As long as you want this, he will not oppose your decision."

Luke felt his heart sink a fraction. "I know," he replied softly.

Max turned and got into his car. Returning to the Oakridge Estate, Max headed straight to Anne’s bedroom. Anne was lying on her bed alone, listlessly playing with a fluffy pink bunny plushie that Felicia had bought for her previously. Hearing the door open, Anne looked up. Seeing her father, she called out weakly.

"Daddy."

"Then you have to be a good girl and wait patiently," Max told her.

Anne suddenly raised her hand, sticking out her pinky finger, and tilted her little head up at him. "Then pinky promise, Daddy."

Max smiled fondly, looping his pinky finger around hers.

Anne chanted, "Pinky promise, pinky swear."

Anne was instantly overjoyed. Max stayed to soothe her to sleep, and she drifted off quickly.

The next morning, Felicia woke up early. Her mind was free of the chaotic, troubling memories that usually plagued her, and she had slept exceptionally well over the past few days. Last night, she had dreamt of that beautiful little girl again. Yet upon waking, the girl features blurred, leaving behind only an intensely sharp, persistent pain in her chest. She slowly reached out and placed a hand over her lower abdomen. So, was the little girl in her dreams her own child? She lay in bed for a moment, letting the lingering emotions settle, before finally throwing back the covers and getting up.

After washing up and getting dressed, a servant brought breakfast to her room. Aside from the complete lack of freedom and the inability to contact the outside world, the treatment here was truly top tier. Even so, she had absolutely no desire to stay in this place any longer.