The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 693

Max’s expression didn’t change. He glanced at Felicia, who was staring straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. He then turned back to Anne.

“Anne, why don’t you let Daddy see the pictures?”

Felicia’s brow furrowed as she looked at him.

Anne turned to her. “Mommy, Daddy and I both want to see.”

Felicia stroked Anne’s head, offering an excuse. “The photos are backed up on the computer, so they’re not on my phone anymore. We can look when we get home.”

Anne pouted. “Okay, fine. Daddy and I will look at them when we get home.”

Max looked at Felicia, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before she coolly looked away.

It had been a long day of playing.

Anne quickly fell asleep in the car. Felicia leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes to rest.

She heard the man’s voice, lowered, beside her. “Now that our relationship is public, we should hold a formal reception.”

At his words, Felicia’s eyes snapped open. She turned to Max. “And what if I don’t agree to it?”

“If you’re still angry, we can wait a little longer. But life has to go on. Staying upset with me like this isn’t a solution.” As he spoke, Max gently adjusted the small blanket covering Anne. “Since you love Anne, there’s nothing that can’t be changed. You’re a smart woman, Felicia. Why keep torturing yourself like this?”

It was as if he could see right through her, dissecting reality and laying it bare for her to see. He always had this way of analyzing another person’s pain with such detached clarity.

For him, there seemed to be no room for sentiment. Every emotion could be analyzed with cold logic, conclusions drawn, things discarded or possessed as needed.

After a moment of silence, Felicia looked directly at him. “I can’t be like you. You sit on your throne, controlling everything you desire. Of course you can accept anything with a clear conscience.”

Max slowly replied, “I don’t deny what you’re saying. But it’s also reality, isn’t it?”

Felicia’s dark eyes narrowed.

Yes. The reality was that he could control everything.

Then she heard him speak again. “Of course, I know you’re stubborn. So I can change, too.”

His words hit her with the force of a physical blow. Felicia stared at him, her gaze locked on his calm, handsome face. His eyes were dark, so dark they could pull a person in and drown them.

After a long moment, Felicia looked away, her expression unreadable. She didn’t respond.

The car was so quiet you could hear them breathing.

Felicia leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes again.

When she next awoke, the car was still moving, but they were on an unfamiliar route. It was definitely not the way home. She sat up abruptly, looking at the man across from her who was focused on his laptop, handling work.

Max looked up at her. “You’re awake?”

“Where are we going?” she asked.

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