The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 982

Max no longer looked as desolate as he had two nights ago. He appeared clean and sharp as usual, though a lingering gloom still clouded his features. Their eyes met.

"Come in," Felicia said simply. Max walked straight inside. Felicia closed the door and looked at his back. "Anne is still sleeping."

Max did not reply.

"Make yourself comfortable." Felicia turned and walked back into the open kitchen to resume making breakfast. Max headed into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Since the kitchen was open, he had a perfect view from the living area. He turned his head, his gaze settling on the woman by the counter. She was wearing a loose, comfortable cotton dress that revealed a sliver of her slender calves, with an apron tied around her waist and her hair pulled into a low ponytail. He watched her intently, his dark eyes unreadable.

Two small cats sat at her feet, tilting their little heads up and watching her eagerly, occasionally letting out soft meows. Felicia was mixing their cat food. Once it was ready, she picked up the two bowls, her voice naturally softening. "Alright, come here." The orange kitten and the tabby meowed even louder in excitement.

When she turned around, her eyes collided with Max's intense stare. The gentle warmth in her expression vanished almost instantly. Looking away, she carried the bowls over to the wall where they usually ate and set them down. The kittens scrambled over eagerly. Felicia adjusted the bowls, gave them a quick pet, and returned to the kitchen. After washing her hands and wiping down the counter, she went back to preparing breakfast. The only sound in the sprawling apartment was the rhythmic chopping of vegetables.

As she arranged all the dishes neatly on the dining table, a bedroom door clicked open. "Mommy," Anne's sleepy voice drifted out. The little girl shuffled toward the living room, rubbing her eyes and yawning. The moment she spotted her father, her eyes lit up. "Daddy!"

Anne lifted her head from her father's chest.

"Let me help you wash your face, and then we can have breakfast."

"Okay." Anne climbed off her father's lap and followed her mother back into the bedroom.

Max watched them disappear, then shifted his gaze to the two kittens licking their paws on the floor. After Felicia washed Anne's face and got her dressed, they walked out to find Max standing by the cat tree. He was holding a feather wand, trying to play with Marble on the top perch. Marble, absolutely having none of it, arched her back, hissed, and angrily batted at the feathers with her tiny paws. Rusty was nowhere to be seen, having already bolted to a hiding spot.