The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 869

The car plunged into total silence. After an indeterminable amount of time passed, Felicia finally spoke again.

"Why did you break up with Savannah back then?" she asked.

Darin kept his hands steady on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I admit. I hurt her. The reality was that I simply could not get married at that time."

When Andrea threw her massive fit, Darin had conveniently used the chaos as an excuse to completely call off his own engagement. He did not care if Savannah ended up hating him, because that hatred would allow her to move on safely and find someone else. Back then, he could sacrifice absolutely everything, including his own heart. A man with nothing to lose had nothing to fear, but the moment he had a family and weaknesses, his hands would be tied. Staying together would have only brought her immense danger.

"So what do you think of her now?" Felicia pressed.

After so many years, Felicia could clearly see that Savannah still harbored deep feelings for Darin. If she did not, she would not have dated so many different men only to refuse to settle down with any of them. If Savannah had truly forgotten him, she would have been married with children a long time ago.

The traffic light turned red. Darin eased the car to a halt and spoke with utter calmness. "I am not considering my own matters for the time being. Like I said, I am going to wait until you are fully stable before I even begin to think about my own life."

He turned his head to look at her. Felicia met his gaze silently. After a few long seconds, she looked away, dropping the subject entirely.

The light turned green, and Darin pressed the accelerator, smoothly guiding the car back down the street. Once they returned to the residential complex, Felicia headed straight upstairs to her apartment. Darin returned to his own place, sinking into the living room sofa. He pulled out his phone and opened his messaging app. Unsurprisingly, Max had not replied to his provocative message.

When evening arrived, Darin shamelessly headed over to Felicia's apartment to score a free dinner. The nanny opened the door, took one look at him, and spoke directly. "Sir, are you Miss Ross's brother?"

Darin paused for a second before nodding. "Yes, I am. I came to see my sister. What is she doing right now?"

"Thank you," Darin said, opting to wait patiently outside the door instead of forcing his way in.

Felicia was currently upstairs on her bedroom balcony, quietly eating her dinner. The nanny knocked and entered the room.

"Ma'am, your brother is here to see you," the nanny reported softly. "But Mr. Hawthorne gave strict instructions beforehand not to let him inside. I came to ask what you would like to do."

Felicia frowned in confusion, completely unable to comprehend what childish game Darin and Max were playing now. "Go get my phone for me."

The nanny hurried back into the main bedroom, retrieved the phone from the coffee table, and handed it to her. Felicia took it and dialed Max's number herself. Just as Darin had experienced, the call would not connect because the device was powered off. It was the middle of the night in New York, but under normal circumstances, Max absolutely never turned off his phone.