The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 282

Felicia glanced at Yara and felt relieved. She really did look much better.

Yara went over to Anne and took her hand. “Anne, come here. I want to show you my drawing.”

Heather called out, “Yara, let’s wait until after dinner.”

“Okay,” Yara replied, her voice soft.

Dinner was already waiting for them. Heather had made sure to cook all of Anne’s favorite dishes, knowing she was coming over.

After they ate, Anne and Yara played together in the living room. Anne told Yara about the homework their teacher had assigned that day. Yara always listened to Anne, so she grabbed her notebook and headed off to her room to get started.

Anne was so different around other kids. She acted like a little adult, her words carrying this calm authority that made everyone listen.

Heather watched them with a smile. “It’s so nice. With Anne here to keep an eye on Yara, I can finally relax.”

Felicia nodded. “Anne, go with Yara and help her with her homework.”

“Alright,” Anne said, and the two of them disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Jeremy stayed in the living room for a bit, chatting with Heather and Felicia, before slipping away to his study to get some work done.

Heather and Felicia made themselves comfortable on the couch, watching TV and chatting quietly.

“So you’re with Anne all the time now? Is Max still on a business trip?” Heather asked.

“He’s back,” Felicia replied. “But even when he’s home, I want to spend as much time with Anne as I can.”

Heather let out a little laugh. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, you know. But honestly, every mom is like that.”

As a mother herself, Heather completely understood. That deep, unbreakable bond with your child... it was something only another mother could truly get.

Felicia just smiled. She couldn’t argue with that.

Right then, her phone buzzed. Ava was calling. Felicia let her know she wouldn’t be going home tonight. She and Anne would stay over, since Yara had everything Anne might need.

Heather watched them go, a sly little smile playing at her lips.

Jeremy caught his sister’s gaze for a second, then looked away and led Felicia into the study.

“Have a seat,” he said.

Felicia sat down in his office chair and pulled up the email. It was about an overseas investment deal.

Jeremy leaned over the desk, one hand resting on the edge as he pointed out a set of numbers on the screen, explaining them to her.

He was so close that he could pick up the soft, elegant scent of her own perfume.

He glanced down and noticed her skin, smooth and clear, her cheeks flawless. Under long, delicate lashes, her eyes were locked on the screen, totally focused as she answered his questions.

She turned her head, catching his gaze without meaning to. Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them looked away.