The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 520

Max glanced at the clock in the study. Midnight. For him, that was still too early to call it a night. He picked up his book and read for a bit longer.

After about half an hour, he left the study and headed to the bedroom. The room was completely dark, but there was a soft scent in the air, something that didn’t belong to him. He switched on a warm bedside lamp. The light fell on the bed, where a small figure was curled up on her side, facing the window. On such a huge bed, she looked even more delicate.

Max paused for a second, just watching her, then walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked at her peaceful face, sound asleep. After a while, he reached out, letting his fingers gently brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek. His gaze lingered on her profile, thoughtful and quiet.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he finally got up and walked toward the bathroom.

As soon as he left, the girl who had seemed deeply asleep slowly opened her eyes. Her look was cool, almost distant.

About ten minutes later, the bed sank behind her as he returned, bringing with him the faint trace of his cologne. She was keenly aware of the wide space between them on the mattress. Then the light went out, and the room was swallowed by darkness.

Morning came. Felicia woke up groggy, sensing someone moving beside her. She blinked awake, her view still a little blurry, and saw Max getting out of bed. He noticed she was awake, and in the dim morning light, his voice was soft. “Did I wake you? It’s still early. Go back to sleep.”

Felicia just rolled over and pulled the blanket closer. Max walked to her side, gently tucking her in. “I’m going to get Anne,” he said quietly.

Felicia just murmured a sleepy reply.

Max slipped out and soon came back, carrying Anne in his arms. The little girl had woken up needing the bathroom. “Mommy,” Anne called, scrambling into bed and burrowing into Felicia’s arms, her little head nuzzling close.

Max stood nearby, just watching them. The gentle glow from the lamp made mother and daughter look like something out of a dream, so peaceful and sweet.

They hadn’t even made it to the bottom of the stairs when Felicia saw a woman sitting on the living room sofa. She froze for a second. It was Andrea. She looked nothing like the glamorous person she used to be. Now she just looked tired and worn out.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Anne asked, her voice full of innocent confusion.

Andrea looked up and saw them standing on the stairs. When her eyes landed on Felicia, there was a flash of deep, bitter hatred. But she quickly smoothed out her expression, her eyes filling with tears as she looked toward Max.

Felicia glanced at Max. His face was perfectly calm, giving nothing away. A faint, cold smile played at Felicia’s lips.

She turned to the housekeeper. “Please take Anne back to her room for now.” She didn’t want Andrea’s presence to ruin Anne’s mood.