The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 151

Max looked resigned as he rubbed his forehead. “You’ve already said yes, so there’s nothing else for me to add.”

Tatiana nodded, thoughtful. “Maybe that’s for the best. I’m curious about this Evelynn. Anne only met her once, and she already likes her so much. Andrea’s always been good to her, but I’ve never heard Anne ask to bring anyone home for dinner.”

“I’ll leave the details to you,” Max said.

The next day, Felicia’s phone rang with an unfamiliar number. She hesitated before answering. “Hello? Who’s this?”

There was a brief pause, then Anne’s bright voice came through. “Evelynn!”

Felicia’s eyes widened in surprise. “Anne?”

Anne sounded excited and just a little shy. “Are you free tonight, Evelynn? I was hoping we could have dinner together.”

Felicia paused, remembering how Max had asked for her contact info yesterday. It wouldn’t have been hard for him to find her number. She really didn’t want to see Max, but with Anne’s hopefulness ringing in her ears, she couldn’t bring herself to say no.

In the end, she agreed.

Anne hung up, sounding absolutely delighted. Right after, Felicia received a text with a location and a note that someone would pick her up.

She was supposed to go to a dinner Savannah had organized that night, but she ended up canceling.

Around five thirty, Felicia arrived at the address she’d been given. A sleek, understated car rolled up. The driver stepped out and opened the door for her.

She got in.

Thirty minutes later, the car pulled into the underground lot of a private restaurant.

Felicia took the elevator up, her nerves a mess of anticipation and anxiety.

The waiter opened the door to a private dining room.

The seat was right next to Max. He didn’t say a word, just sat there quietly, but Felicia could feel the pressure of his presence. She wanted to be anywhere else but here, but at that moment, she had no choice.

Tatiana settled Anne into a high chair, her eyes full of affection for her granddaughter. Every time she looked at Anne, her gaze softened with love, but the moment she glanced at Felicia, all that warmth faded, replaced by something cold and scrutinizing.

Tatiana waved a waiter over. “Evelynn, please order anything you’d like.”

Felicia just picked two simple dishes, and the waiter got her some water.

Anne looked up at her. “Are you really busy at work every day, Evelynn?”

Felicia kept her voice gentle. “I’ve been pretty busy lately.”

Tatiana spoke up. “Evelynn, are you mainly working at the TV station now?” She kept asking about Felicia’s job and her education, her questions polite but sharp, every word sounding like it was meant to dig a little deeper.

With Anne in the room, Tatiana kept her tone mild, but Felicia still felt like she was being put on trial.