The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 20

He glanced away and headed for the elevators.

Felicia sat in the lobby, picking at her late-night meal. The food was from a five-star hotel, probably the nicest thing she’d eaten all week.

Greg sat beside her, checking his phone. “How much longer do you think you’ll be?”

“Maybe two more hours,” Felicia said, tired but trying to sound casual.

Greg frowned. “The handover is taking that long?”

She didn’t want to tell him the real reason, didn’t want to make him worry. “It’s just tonight. The whole thing should be done in about five days.”

The truth was, most of what she had left was busywork. She’d already finished the hard stuff that Sandy had dumped on her before. Now it was just the leftovers.

Greg reached out and ruffled her hair, his touch gentle and caring. “You’re working too hard. Don’t tire yourself out, okay?”

She smiled a little. “I will.”

When she finished eating, Felicia headed back upstairs to keep working. Greg waited in the lobby, using the time to handle a few things on his laptop.

Felicia took the elevator up, dragging herself back to her desk. She kept working until the clock hit eleven-thirty. Finally, she was done. She sent the files to Max’s email, then printed a copy to hand over in person.

She felt completely wiped out, her whole body aching. She paused, wondering if Max was still around. After a moment, she grabbed the documents and made her way to his office.

The door opened from the inside. Darin stood there, looking surprised to see her. “You’re still here this late?”

Felicia gave a soft nod. “I need to give these to Mr. Hawthorne.”

Darin stepped aside and let her in. Max was sitting behind his desk, looking sharp and unreadable, like always. The two of them must have been talking business.

Darin saw it all and glanced at Max again. Maybe it was because Max needed to be in control, and his wife was never what he expected. She didn’t fit his standards, and she wasn’t the beauty people imagined.

Darin figured he shouldn’t say more. “I’ll head out.”

He walked over to Felicia, helped her gather the scattered papers, and handed them back. “Go home and get some rest. You need to take care of yourself.”

Felicia took the papers and murmured her thanks. She went back to her desk to pack up.

Darin waited for the elevator. When the doors opened, he noticed Felicia walking slowly down the hall, so he held the doors for her.

She stepped inside and thanked him again.

“It’s nothing,” he said.