The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 708

"Savannah!" Felicia called out.

Savannah pulled herself from her thoughts and looked at Felicia. "How did you end up with Darin?"

"I was originally going to eat alone," Felicia explained. "We just happened to bump into each other, and he insisted on treating me."

Savannah was well aware of Darin's collaboration with Roen Capital. "I really do not know what has gotten into him."

Logically speaking, the two companies were now competitors. That was not even mentioning Darin's close relationship with Max.

"There must be some underlying reason," Felicia said. "Since it was Jeremy's decision, it has to be the right move."

Savannah hummed in agreement and dropped the subject of Darin.

Felicia looked at her, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed her words.

Darin was still unmarried, and there was never any gossip or scandal about him. He seemed to have been single all this time. At least from the perspective of his private life, he was a good man. Facing such an outstanding former fiancé, anyone would find it hard to let go.

The two women steered clear of talking about Darin any further.

After finishing dinner with Savannah, Felicia left the restaurant.

It was still early.

They took a stroll through a nearby shopping mall, realizing it had been a long time since they last enjoyed a proper shopping trip.

Felicia bought a newly released Louis Vuitton crossbody bag, along with a small white backpack that would be perfect for Anne.

When it was getting late, Felicia and Savannah said their goodbyes and parted ways.

Felicia drove back to Oakridge Estate, arriving around nine in the evening.

She stepped into the living room.

The large LCD screen was broadcasting the international news. A man in comfortable loungewear was leaning back on the sofa, watching the television.

Olisha walked up to him with a tray in hand. She gracefully offered him the bowl from the tray. When her eyes fell upon him, she could not hide the deep admiration in her gaze.

Max lifted his gaze to look at her.

Meeting the man's dangerous, dark eyes, Olisha's heart inexplicably tightened. She quickly lowered her head.

He handed the empty bowl back to her. Olisha hurriedly reached out to take it, only to hear him say, "Olisha, do not ask questions you should not ask."

"I apologize, Mr. Hawthorne," Olisha said hastily.

She knew she had crossed a line.

Max stood up and went upstairs.

Felicia checked on Anne first before returning to the guest room.

She had just set down her bags and sat on the edge of the bed when the door opened. Startled, she looked up to see the man walking in. Max stopped just a step away from her. With his hands in his pockets, his handsome face was completely unreadable. He looked down at her and asked directly, "Are you preparing to go to Cloudville?" His voice betrayed little emotion, yet it inexplicably carried the oppressive weight of an interrogation.

Felicia met the man's gaze. It was entirely expected that he would know. She turned her eyes away and replied in a flat tone, "Yes, I am."