The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 881

The look in his eyes made his intentions glaringly obvious. Felicia's fingers instinctively tightened their grip on the blanket.

Suddenly, he leaned over, his large hand pressing down over hers through the fabric. The heavy scent of alcohol washed over her.

Staring wide-eyed at the handsome face looming inches from hers, she pushed against his shoulders. "You... go take a shower first."

Max froze just above her. His dark eyes were like a midnight ocean, deep and suffocating.

He grabbed her hand. "We will shower together later."

With that, he dipped his head and captured her red lips.

The intoxicating taste of wine mixed with his dominant presence completely overwhelmed her senses. The thin blanket separating them was swiftly tossed aside, and the searing heat of his body aggressively claimed hers.

The temperature in the room climbed steadily.

His shirt and trousers lay tangled with her nightgown on the plush carpet.

Tonight, the gentle lover he usually pretended to be was gone, replaced by a raw, unbridled ferocity.

Throughout the ordeal, Felicia lost count of how many times she begged for mercy.

By the end, she was utterly spent, feeling as though she had been dragged out of a river. She didn't even have the strength to lift her eyelids.

Max held her exhausted body against his chest, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Felicia woke up feeling crushed. Max's heavy leg was draped entirely over hers, rendering her lower half completely numb.

She glared at the man beside her, who remained fast asleep, oblivious to her suffering.

She tried to wriggle out of his embrace and free her legs, but even in sleep, his grip was ironclad. At this point, she didn't care if she woke him.

Max paused, a faint smile playing on his lips, before sitting up and throwing back the covers.

Feeling a sudden chill, Felicia stared at him. "What are you doing?"

Max scooped her out of the bed and walked barefoot toward the bathroom. "A hot bath will help."

By the time he carried her out of the bathroom, an hour had passed.

Felicia's mind was completely blank. She felt weak, famished, and on the verge of collapsing.

The suite's butler had arranged a lavish meal and laid out fresh clothes.

"Have some soup first," Max coaxed softly.

Felicia dutifully finished a whole bowl with her spoon, then ate several buns and some salmon. As the feeling of fullness settled in her stomach, she finally felt her energy returning.