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The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 803

"It is not like I am entirely helpless," Felicia said, looking at the steak in her plate. She took a bite of the meat, following it with a small mouthful of veggies. She felt perfectly fine now and was already considering returning to her normal work routine. However, she knew her mother and family would never agree, insisting she needed more rest.

"We can discuss your work later," Max said.

Felicia chose not to argue and remained silent.

Once they finished their meal, a staff member came in to clear the plates. Max glanced at a bag resting on the sofa, spotting the sealed packets of holistic herbal medicine inside. "Have someone warm this up," he ordered.

Staring at the bag, Felicia felt her stomach churn at the mere memory of the smell. She had already taken doses in the morning and at noon. Surely, skipping one evening dose would not hurt. "I am not drinking it tonight. I will take it tomorrow."

Max leveled an assessing gaze at her. "So, you get to ignore the doctor's orders whenever you please?"

Felicia stared back, her defiance faltering. Max simply reached into the bag, pulled out a packet, and handed it to an assistant to heat. She lowered her eyes and pressed her lips together, opening her mouth to protest before ultimately swallowing her words.

Noticing her reluctant, defeated expression, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corners of Max's lips. "Do you really hate drinking it that much?"

"Have you ever tasted this kind of medicine?" Felicia retorted.

"Good medicine tastes bitter," Max replied smoothly. "You still have to drink it."

Before long, the assistant returned with a bowl of the warmed dark liquid, still emitting curls of steam. Felicia proactively took out two candies from the bag and placed them on standby. Max watched her preparations in silence.

Once the temperature had cooled to a tolerable level, she picked up the bowl and headed toward the bathroom.

"Taking it to dump it out?" Max asked, watching her movements.

"Do I need to feed it to you?" he asked.

Snapping out of her daze, Felicia frowned. "Why do you need to watch me drink it?"

"If you do not drink it soon, it will get cold," Max replied.

Judging by his stance, he clearly suspected she was going to pour it away. Honestly, he was right. She desperately wanted to. Taking a deep breath, Felicia picked up the bowl again. Staring at the sloshing dark liquid, she decided she had to finish it in one agonizing gulp. Sipping it slowly would only prolong the torture. Yet, she had overestimated her own tolerance. When only a small portion remained, the thick, gritty dregs hit her tongue. That was the absolute worst part. Unable to bear it, she moved to pour the rest down the drain.

Max reached out and took the bowl from her hands.

Finding her hands empty, Felicia looked back at him in confusion. Before she could even process what was happening, his large hand cupped the back of her head. He pulled her forward, and a wave of an even more intense, bitter taste was forcefully transferred straight into her mouth.

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