The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 1008

Anne was already dozing off. Since Felicia could not carry her, she had to gently wake the little girl. Darin stood by, his hands full of shopping bags. As Anne rubbed her eyes, she noticed the vibrant bouquet in her mother's hands.

"Wow, so pretty," Anne gasped in awe. "Did Daddy give those to you?"

Felicia had to admit her daughter was remarkably perceptive. Choosing not to answer directly, she simply smiled. "Let's go home."

Once they headed upstairs and stepped inside the apartment, Darin placed the groceries on the kitchen counter and left them for Mabel to handle. Felicia pointed him toward the guest bedroom where Max used to sleep, then guided Anne to the bathroom to wash up.

Spotting two little kittens wandering nearby, Darin washed his hands and bent down to play with them. His phone rang with a work call. After giving a few brief instructions, he ended the call and opened his messages. A new notification from Max glowed on the screen, showing a direct transfer of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

Darin let out a low chuckle and typed a quick reply. 'You really don't need to thank me. But if you wanted to add a few more zeros to that number, I wouldn't mind accepting it.' After the message was sent, Max did not reply.

Felicia finished bathing Anne and got her dressed for bed, then went to the kitchen to prepare a warm cup of milk. While Darin retreated to his room to settle in, Anne scurried over to the living room to admire the bouquet of roses.

"Mommy, the roses are so beautiful," Anne said, turning her head. "Do you like them?"

Felicia looked up at her daughter. A helpless smile touched her lips. "I like them quite a bit."

Anne ran over to the dining table, resting both hands on the edge as she looked up at her mother. "If Daddy knew you liked them, he definitely wouldn't throw a temper tantrum anymore."

Felicia tested the temperature of the milk. Finding it perfect, she walked over to Anne, pulled out a chair, and sat down. She gently patted the little girl's head. "You really are the sweetest little angel for your father." Perhaps because she had grown up following her father around, Anne was incredibly attuned to Max's moods.

Anne threw herself into her mother's embrace, tilting her little head back. "I'm Mommy's little angel, too."

Felicia smiled affectionately and reached for the glass. "Drink your milk first." Anne took the glass and leaned comfortably against her mother, holding it with both hands as she took slow sips.

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