The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 790

Unsurprisingly, Max did not come home that night. She left the gifts in his study. It wasn't until the morning of the third day that she saw the brooch and the lion charm tossed carelessly into the trash can. Amaris and the other maid had stood by, their harsh mockery ringing in her ears. Her miserable state only made their taunts worse, every word plunging into her heart like a sharp knife. In that moment, Felicia felt an agonizing ache throughout her entire body. Yet, this humiliation was exactly what she had brought upon herself, entirely within her expectations. She had quietly packed the ruined items away.

"Mommy, are you alright?" Anne asked, confused by her mother's sudden silence and downcast mood.

Max unexpectedly reached over and grasped Felicia's hand. The sudden warmth radiating from his large palm made her arm tense up, and she instinctively tried to pull away. But Max held on tight. She whipped her head around to glare at the man beside her, emotions surging in her eyes as they gradually grew red. Max kept a firm grip on her hand, looking deeply into her eyes and taking in every bit of her pain.

The sudden, heavy silence easily popped the warm, cozy atmosphere like a fragile bubble. Anne didn't understand what had happened, but she could sense that something was wrong between her parents. "Mommy, did I say something wrong?" she asked anxiously.

Felicia snapped back to reality and tried her best to suppress her emotions. She looked down at Anne, forcing a smile to her lips. "No, you didn't say anything wrong."

Bang! A brilliant firework suddenly exploded outside the massive windows.

Anne spun around to look. "Mommy, the fireworks are so pretty!"

Their spot in the living room offered the perfect, unobstructed view of the dazzling display through the glass. Felicia instinctively glanced back at the man behind her. Max wore a faint smile on his lips, the multicolored lights of the blooming fireworks reflecting in his deep, captivating eyes. She immediately understood what was happening.

They stayed at the apartment again that night. After Anne fell asleep, Max handed Felicia a tablet showing a set of data and asked her to help him run an analysis. "You can't sleep too much during the day, so since you can't sleep now, you need to find something to do," he explained. "Keep your brain active so you don't wake up in the middle of the night."

She honestly didn't know how to argue with that logic. Felicia glanced at the data on the tablet, realizing it was all internal corporate information. She turned to him and flatly refused. "I don't want to do it."

A playful smirk tugged at the corners of Max's lips. His voice dropped to a low, husky register. "Then do you want to do something else?"