The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 1210

The nanny took Anne to her room to get ready for bed.

In the master bedroom, Max retrieved Felicia's pajamas and undergarments from the closet and brought them into the bathroom. He then walked over to the sofa, scooped her up into his arms, and carried her in. Felicia avoided looking at him. Of course, this was not the first time they had bathed together, and she knew exactly what usually followed. At this point, she had no choice but to accept it.

Mist swirled in the humid air of the bathroom. Max wrapped his arm around her waist, lowering his head to gently bite and kiss her lips. A damp, ambiguous tension filled the space. Felicia looked up at him with mesmerizing, teary eyes, her voice raspy as she pleaded, "Be gentle."

Max held her against him, her back to his chest, and coaxed her with a low, rough voice, "I will be careful."

When Felicia finally reached her limit, Max stopped. After thoroughly cleaning her up, he carried her back to the bedroom, tucked her into bed, and pulled the covers over her. He then hurried back to take a freezing cold shower to quell the lingering heat in his body. Once he had dressed in a fresh bathrobe, he stepped out.

The woman in bed lay quietly. She had not fallen asleep yet, as her body was still recovering from the exertion. Max did not get into bed immediately. Instead, he walked over to the sofa, picked up his phone, and began scrolling through it.

Felicia slowly opened her eyes and watched him sitting there, his bathrobe hanging loosely over his frame. "When are you coming to bed?"

Max glanced at her. "My skin is freezing right now. I will come to bed in a bit."

Knowing perfectly well that he had taken a cold shower, she scolded softly, "It is so cold. Are you not worried about catching a chill?"

Max chuckled. "If I did not take a cold shower, what else was I supposed to do?"

Felicia did not answer, merely resting her hand on her belly and rolling over. Max just smiled.

Once his body had warmed up, he sat for a while longer before heading to the walk-in closet to change into a set of proper pajamas. Returning to the room, he walked to the edge of the bed, lifted the blankets, and climbed in, pulling her into his embrace from behind. He rested his large palm gently over her abdomen. The moment his hand settled there, he felt a distinct, sharp kick against his palm.

Mfrowned slightly.

"This little brat kicked you again. He really needs a spanking."

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