The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 72

“I’ll take you home,” Jeremy offered.

Felicia met his gaze. “The party’s still going. I can just have my driver pick me up.”

Jeremy thought about it for a second. “Alright. I’ll walk you downstairs, then.”

“Okay.”

They took the elevator down together. In the hotel’s main lobby, Felicia called Dean. Jeremy stayed by her side, waiting until she was safely in her car before leaving. He glanced at the documents in her hand.

“Can you send me a digital copy of that?” he asked.

Felicia hesitated, then nodded. She understood what he meant. Right now, Jeremy was the only person who could help her. “Sure.”

She sent the file to his phone. Jeremy checked his messages. “Actually, there’s a real estate company chairman at the party tonight. I can talk to him for you.”

Felicia wasn’t sure how to thank him. Before she could say anything, Jeremy smiled. “Don’t thank me yet. Let’s see how it goes first.”

Felicia smiled back. “Alright.”

About twenty minutes later, Dean arrived at the hotel. Jeremy made sure Felicia got into the car before heading back to the banquet hall.

When Felicia got home, she immediately sensed the heavy mood in the house. Greg was still at work, pulling a late night at the office. Ava saw her come in and hurried over, placing a pair of slippers on the floor for her.

Felicia walked into the living room and saw her father.

They didn’t usually talk about personal things, but Ava could see how much Felicia feared Max. He had this powerful, intimidating presence that made it hard for anyone to stand up to him.

Felicia shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

Since Felicia wouldn’t say more, Ava let it go.

Even though Felicia ignored Max’s order to return, he hadn’t called. She knew he must be furious. Maybe the baby could sense her mood, because she felt a little kick from inside her belly.

Felicia rubbed her stomach, whispering, “I hope you’ll remember me when you’re older.”

These days, she spent a lot of time talking to her baby, singing little songs. The closer her due date got, the closer she was to saying goodbye. Her heart hurt more with each passing day.