The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 205

Nate frowned, already guessing why he was here. “Let him in.”

A moment later, Max walked into the living room. He stepped up to Nate. “Mr. Gilbert.”

Nate barely looked at him, his mood obvious. “What do you want?”

Max stood off to the side, humble and polite. “My mom acted impulsively. I’m here to apologize on her behalf, Mr. Gilbert.”

Tatiana had called Max earlier about the whole mess, though she didn’t think she’d actually done anything wrong. She even complained that Nate was overreacting, making a fuss over Evelynn as if she was more than just an acquaintance. Of course, Tatiana only dared to say these things to her son, never around Miranda or Hope.

Nate snorted. “Was it your mom’s mistake, or yours?”

Max didn’t argue. “It was my fault.”

Nate studied him for a second. Max’s attitude was perfect, almost too perfect. Nate knew this kid—he looked sincere, but no one knew what he really felt.

Nate said quietly, “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

Later, when Felicia finished making dinner, she walked into the living room. She stopped short when she saw Max. What was he doing here again? At this point, she was starting to wonder if this jerk was following her.

Max turned, meeting her eyes. He stood up and started walking toward her.

Felicia felt herself tense up as he got closer. His presence was hard to ignore. She wanted to step back, but forced herself to stay put. This was Nate’s house, after all. She wasn’t alone.

Max stopped just one step away. The light behind him made him look even taller, his shadow falling over her.

Felicia’s fingers curled into a fist as she watched him. He spoke quietly. “About your show getting pulled from the station, I’m sorry. If you want anything to make up for it, just tell me.”

Felicia blinked, realizing why he was here. So, it’s about Tatiana stopping her show. But she knew better than to trust the man in front of her. His apology sounded nice, but she knew it was empty.

Max just nodded and didn’t argue.

Felicia followed Nate into the dining room. Over dinner, Nate asked, “So it’s not just this incident that’s bothering you, is it?”

Felicia shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about him. It’ll just ruin the meal.”

Nate laughed. “Alright, we won’t. But if that guy ever gives you trouble, tell me right away.”

Felicia smiled. “I will.”

Nate kept complimenting her cooking. After dinner, Felicia stayed with him for a while. By the time she left the Gilbert house, it was already past seven and the sky was growing dark.

She walked to the parking lot in the courtyard. There, she spotted a man leaning against her car, a cigarette between his fingers. He stood with one knee bent, the night breeze playing with his hair and highlighting the sharp angles of his profile. The last light of the sunset touched his shoulders, making him look effortlessly cool and almost dangerously handsome.