The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 783

"Daddy," Anne chirped cheerfully.

Felicia lifted her gaze to look at the man approaching the bed. "You are awake," Max said softly.

Felicia remained exceptionally quiet, offering no response.

Max stepped closer. "You slept for a very long time. Are you feeling dizzy at all?"

Felicia instinctively rubbed her temples. "Just a little dizzy."

"Then let's get you up," he suggested calmly. "It is just about time for lunch."

Felicia hummed a soft agreement. Max pulled back the blankets, lifted her effortlessly from the bed, and carried her into the bathroom, setting her gently on a cushioned stool. He did not summon the nanny. Instead, he turned on the faucet. The sound of running water echoed through the massive bathroom, making the surrounding silence feel even deeper.

Max soaked a towel in warm water, wrung it out, and held it out to her. Felicia glanced at him, slightly startled, before taking the towel to wash her face. Once she finished, Max rinsed the towel thoroughly and handed it back so she could wipe her face one more time. The two of them existed in a heavy, unbroken silence.

After her face was clean, Max carried her into the walk in closet and picked up a comb.

"I can brush it myself," Felicia protested softly.

Max ignored her objection. He held onto the comb and began gently running it from her roots all the way down to the tips. Thanks to constant care, her hair was as smooth as silk, entirely free of tangles. It cascaded past her shoulders in elegant waves, stopping just above her waist. Seeing that he would not yield, Felicia sat perfectly still, watching him in the mirror. His handsome face was utterly calm, though a faint trace of exhaustion lingered in his dark, unreadable eyes. He patiently brushed out every knot before expertly gathering her hair to braid it.

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