The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 589

For a moment, the air in the dining room turned icy.

Max’s face grew tense at Felicia’s question. He looked at her, his voice low. “Felicia, there’s no point bringing up what happened five years ago. Anne’s grown up now. There’s no blame left between us.”

Felicia held his gaze, a hint of a bitter smile on her lips.

Of course he’d say that.

She was the one who had gone to the Hawthorne family after finding out she was pregnant. Because of that choice, her father’s company survived. Max was never the type to accept anyone’s judgment, not then, not now.

She didn’t bother saying anything else.

The silence that followed was heavy. No one spoke.

Felicia finished her meal quietly and got up to leave.

Max stayed where he was, watching her walk away, his breath coming a little heavier than before.

Back in Anne’s room, Felicia found her daughter just waking up. The nanny brought dinner, and Felicia sat with Anne, helping her eat. After dinner, she bathed Anne, helped her into pajamas, and then stayed to play games in the cozy room.

Laughter filled the space, Anne’s sweet giggles chasing away the shadows.

Outside the door, Max stood silently, his silhouette framed by the hallway light. He listened to the laughter, unmoving, making no attempt to come in.

Time slipped by. Eventually, the laughter faded.

Just as Max turned to leave, the door swung open.

Felicia stood there, her smile instantly fading when she saw him. Her eyes went cold, her face unreadable.

Max looked down at her, calm and silent, but he couldn’t miss the change in her expression.

“Daddy!” Anne’s voice rang out, soft and bright.

Anne thought about it, then nodded. “Then, can you and Daddy take me to Australia for Christmas?”

Felicia managed a soft smile and agreed for now, hoping it would keep Anne happy.

The next morning at breakfast, Anne told Max about the change in plans.

Max glanced at Felicia, but she just kept eating, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. She had never actually agreed to the Australia trip when he first brought it up.

“When are you leaving for Santa Monica?” Max asked.

Felicia didn’t look at him. She really didn’t want to talk, but with Anne there, she forced herself to answer. “The day after tomorrow.”

Her voice was cold, almost distant.

“How long will you be gone?”