The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 694

To put it bluntly, in everyone else’s eyes, she and Max were now a single entity bound by marriage. It wasn’t just Roen Capital’s executives who would be wary. Any company Roen Capital partnered with would also be guarded around her because of her identity, especially given the fierce competition between Jeremy and Max.

Even if Jeremy protected her and she insisted on staying, her work at Roen Capital would no longer be smooth. It would inevitably attract criticism.

“You went along with this, didn’t you?” Felicia asked.

Max pulled her closer into his arms, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head. He inhaled the clean scent of her hair and said in his low voice, “Whether I went along with it or not, it happened. And don’t give me so much credit. I’m not a prophet.”

Felicia’s voice grew heavy. “Your logic is always the same. There’s no point in dwelling on what’s already happened.”

Max’s lips curved into a slight smile. He lowered his gaze to her, sensing her displeasure, and toyed with a strand of her long hair that had fallen across her chest. “Whether something is worth dwelling on depends on whether it can create value for you, now or in the future, and whether you have the power to resolve it. If dwelling on it only leads to exhaustion and despair, then what’s the point? The reason people suffer is because they can’t see the true nature of things. They get stuck reliving past traumas and fearing the future, never considering that changing themselves is the root of solving the problem.”

His words, clear and powerful, resonated in her ears.

His logic was beyond that of an ordinary person, and she couldn’t refute his points. But she couldn’t accept them, either. “You’ve spent your whole life looking down on other people’s pain from your high perch. You have no feelings, so of course you can be perfectly rational, passing judgment from on high.”

Because he was powerful enough to control his own life, and the lives of others, he would never know what it was to suffer.

Max smiled faintly. “You’re not wrong. That’s why a person’s life is arranged by fate from the very beginning. There’s always a hierarchy.”

At that, Felicia fell silent.

Max simply held her without saying another word. The sound of the waves rolling outside the window was sharp and clear. Anne, feeling warm, kicked off her blanket and rolled over.

Max reached out to cover her again. “As for the people who participated in the gossip, I will handle them,” he said.

Felicia kept her eyes closed, remaining silent.

Max helped Anne off the boat first, then extended a hand to Felicia. His intention was clear. Felicia looked at him, and before she could react, he had already taken her hand. “Come on.”

Anne stood by, smiling as she watched her mother.

Felicia lowered her gaze and stepped off the boat.

A car was already waiting for them at the dock.

By noon, they had reached the city.

After having lunch at a restaurant, Felicia took a cab to the office.

Max took Anne back to Oakridge Estate. He hadn’t been back since his return from Northwick.