The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 926

"That works out perfectly. There is something I need to tell you," Felicia said. "I am planning to return home tomorrow. There is a project at the company that requires my personal attention."

Max remained silent for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I will have someone book your ticket."

Hearing this, Felicia scrutinized him closely, genuinely surprised that he had agreed so willingly. Noticing her reaction, the man's lips curled into a soft laugh. "What is with that look? Are you afraid I will go back on my word?"

"You are well aware that your credibility with me is practically nonexistent," Felicia replied smoothly. She turned to walk away. "You should get read..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her wrist was suddenly caught in his grip. With a gentle tug, Felicia lost her balance and fell directly onto the bed, landing squarely in the man's embrace. She snapped her head up to look at him. His face was mere inches away, his breath brushing warmly across her cheek.

"So, how exactly do I rebuild my credibility with you?" His low, seductive voice practically vibrated against her eardrums.

Felicia's entire body tensed. Gazing into his dark eyes that seemed capable of peering straight into her soul, she fought to keep her composure. Planting her hands against his chest, she tried to push herself up while glaring back at him. "You are a very smart man. You should know the answer without me having to say a word."

Max's lips tipped upward. "I did not realize you held my capabilities in such high regard."

Felicia pushed herself to a sitting position, shot him a warning glare, and walked silently toward the door. Max threw off the covers and got out of bed behind her. When she caught a glimpse of his movements out of the corner of her eye, her face instantly flushed. "You..."

The man casually strolled up to her, his eyes dancing with wicked amusement. "Is it really necessary to be this shy? Are you still not used to it by now?"

Felicia snapped her head forward, avoiding his gaze entirely, and quickened her pace. The man simply reached out and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Are you really that easily embarrassed?"

Her body went completely rigid. "Hurry up and get dressed," she urged in annoyance.

She turned and walked out of the closet, waiting for him in the main room. When the man finally emerged, he looked remarkably refreshed. With his clean, sharp haircut slightly mussed across his forehead and dressed in lighter tones, the usual cold, intimidating aura he carried was significantly softened. He definitely looked much more approachable. As Max walked toward her, he noticed her lingering gaze. The corners of his mouth lifted.

"Staring at me so intensely... it seems you really do prefer me in light colors," Max observed playfully.

Felicia's eyes narrowed slightly. "You really do have a talent for flattering yourself."

Max reached out and took her hand. "Let’s go."

After two days of gloomy weather, the sun had finally broken through the clouds. The sunlight was warm against a backdrop of clear blue skies, making for absolutely beautiful weather. Max drove a sleek convertible sports car, a pair of sunglasses resting on his face that only served to highlight the sharp, superior lines of his jaw. An extravagant watch worth tens of millions of dollars gleamed on his wrist, radiating wealth and status. He drove her straight to a high-end luxury mall. Stepping out of the car, he took her hand.

"First, let us go buy me a couple of outfits," Max announced.