The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 353

Max grinned. “Why don’t you and Anne go have some cake?” He set the boxes on the coffee table, popped them open, and handed each girl a spoon.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Anne said, her voice bright.

“Thanks, Uncle Max,” Yara added softly.

Max glanced over at Felicia, who sat quietly on the sofa. “I wasn’t sure what flavors you’d want, so I just grabbed two kinds.”

Heather watched him closely. His words were gentle, but there was a chill in his eyes that hadn’t been there when he was talking to the kids. The difference was sharp, and Heather wondered if she was imagining the tension. For a second, it almost felt like Max truly resented Felicia. To anyone else, though, he’d probably look like the perfect family man.

Heather let a small, polite smile play on her lips as she thanked him.

Max nodded. “If Yara wants something special for dinner, just let the nanny know.”

“Alright,” Heather replied.

Without another word, Max turned and walked upstairs.

Later that evening, Heather and Yara stayed for dinner. Marian brought Max’s meal up to his study.

Heavy rain started pounding against the windows that night.

Felicia woke to the sound of the storm and slipped out of bed to use the bathroom. As she returned, the flash of headlights swept through her window, followed by the low rumble of a car engine. She moved to the window and peeked through the curtain. The sports car was speeding away from the villa. Felicia let the curtain fall back into place and quietly returned to bed, curling up beside Anne.

The next morning, Max was already gone.

“Marian, where’s my daddy?” Anne asked.

“I think he had to go to work,” Marian said gently. “Come on, let’s get you some breakfast.”

Felicia took the elevator up to the VIP floor. It was much quieter up there. As she walked toward Jeremy’s room, a door to her right opened. Max stepped out.

Felicia stopped short. For a split second, as the door swung open, she saw the woman lying in the hospital bed.

In an instant, Felicia composed herself. To anyone watching, she and Max were just strangers passing in a hallway.

Max stood in the doorway, watching Felicia’s back as she moved away. He didn’t look away until she knocked on another door and disappeared inside.

“Max, is something wrong?” Andrea called from inside the room.

Max turned to face her, his voice gentle. “Nothing. Your brother’s here.”

Darin walked over, giving Max a nod. “Thanks for being here last night. You should go get some rest.”