The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 902

Because of this, Greg was entirely susceptible to relentless affection. In fact, before Heather even had the chance to deploy her full romantic offensive, he had already surrendered and agreed to be with her.

Greg offered a helpless, sheepish smile. "I need to maintain my dignity, you know. I will have to have a serious talk with her later. She really should not be telling you absolutely everything."

Felicia laughed softly. "What is there to be embarrassed about? It is not like I am going to laugh at you."

They continued their playful banter the rest of the way. Upon arriving at the Ross family home, Ava greeted Felicia with an enthusiasm that suggested she had been gone for years. She looked her stepdaughter up and down, making sure she had not lost any weight, before ushering her inside to a lavish welcome-home feast she had spent the morning preparing.

The family enjoyed a warm, harmonious lunch together. Afterward, Felicia retreated to her room to rest. She picked up her phone and sent a message to Max.

[When do I go pick up Anne?]

It was the middle of the night in New York, so she assumed he was already asleep. To her surprise, Max replied within seconds.

[I will have someone drop Anne off at the Ross estate tomorrow.]

Seeing his immediate response, Felicia typed back. [You are not asleep yet?]

Max called her instead of texting. When she answered, his voice carried an undeniable edge of exhaustion. "I just finished dealing with some work. Have you made it home safely?"

"Yes. It is late over there. You should wash up and go to sleep."

"There is no rush. I have been dealing with a bit of insomnia lately."

It was obvious that the pressure of his work over there was taking a toll on him.

"Then you should have a doctor prescribe you some sleeping pills," she advised gently.

Max shifted the topic abruptly. "Has work been busy for you lately?"

"It is manageable," Felicia replied. "Not overly busy."

"Then come to New York to see me after the holiday."

Felicia froze, her instinctive refusal slipping out before she could stop it. "What would I do in New York? I am not going."

Thousands of miles away, Max stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his fifty-eighth-floor office, one hand casually tucked into his pocket as he gazed down at the dazzling city lights. His voice was as deep and alluring as the night itself. "Just come see me."

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