The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 1142

After breakfast, Felicia stepped out of her room. Noticing the door opposite hers firmly shut, she walked over and knocked. When no response came from within, she decided not to press the issue and let her hand fall.

Inside the room, Ivy lay on her bed in a groggy daze. Her eyes were swollen from a sleepless night following the phone call with Jeffrey. The realization that he had silently allowed her to come here just to give her a chance to grow closer to Jeremy left a bitter, aching sensation washing over her heart.

Over the past few years, quite a few prominent families had approached them with marriage proposals. A strategic alliance would undoubtedly bring immense benefits to the Manning family, and she had always assumed her future would inevitably be tied to an arranged marriage. Yet, her brother had rejected every single suitor. That was until the Hawthorne family reached out. Jeffrey had asked her to get to know Luke Hawthorne first.

Luke was undeniably a good man, but after the incident involving Willa, she had gotten into a heated argument with her brother. She had spoken harsh words, making it abundantly clear that there was zero possibility between her and Luke. What had Jeffrey's reaction been back then? He had remained infuriatingly calm, said absolutely nothing, and simply arranged for her to be sent abroad. At the time, she had felt nothing but endless grievance and a suffocating frustration she could not vent. But when exactly had her brother figured out her true feelings? The cruelest irony was that Jeremy did not feel that way about her at all. How on earth was she supposed to seize this so-called opportunity?

Downstairs, Felicia walked into the living room to find Jeremy seated comfortably, reading the morning paper. "Good morning, Jeremy," she greeted him warmly.

Jeremy looked up at her. After the first two days after losing her memory when she had seemed completely out of sorts, she now looked visibly more radiant. Perhaps amnesia was not entirely a bad thing for her. He slowly folded the newspaper and set it aside.

Taking a seat on the sofa, Felicia asked, "Jeremy, when will we be able to leave this place?" Her intuition told her that if he truly wanted to leave, he could easily make it happen.

Sensing her sudden urgency, Jeremy asked, "Did you remember something?"

Felicia shook her head. "No."

She paused for a moment before looking at him with searching eyes. "Jeremy, do I have a daughter?"

Lowering her eyes, Felicia remained silent for a long while. "There is also the silhouette of a man," she murmured. She could still vividly recall the inexplicable, turbulent emotions that gripped her heart whenever she saw that broad back in her dreams. It was a chaotic storm of feelings she could not quite put into words.

Jeremy studied her intently, absorbing every flicker of emotion in her eyes. Deep love and profound hatred could exist simultaneously, twisting and tangling together until escape became impossible. He turned his head toward the window. The bright morning sunlight spilled into the room, yet it somehow failed to reach the depths of his eyes. Silence settled over them for a long moment.

Felicia looked up at him, breaking the quiet. "Jeremy, what is wrong? What are you thinking about?"

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Jeremy's lips. "Nothing in particular."

Felicia continued to watch him. Her intuition whispered that he was carrying a heavy burden in his heart.