The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 603

"It's my brother calling. I'll be right back."

"Go ahead."

Heather slipped away to someplace quieter and answered.

"Hey, Jeremy."

Jeremy's voice was deep and a little intimidating. "You're not home yet?"

Heather's heart gave a nervous jump. She had just sent him that video of Felicia dancing, hoping he'd get a kick out of it. The way he sounded now, though, made her instantly regret it. "It's still early. We're just blowing off a little steam. What did you think of Felicia's dancing? I kind of want to marry her on the spot."

Jeremy sounded even gruffer this time. "Come home. Now." There was no arguing with him.

Heather winced but couldn't resist teasing. "What, are you jealous or something?"

"Heather!"

He used her name in that way that meant she was pushing it. She sighed, surrendering. "Alright, alright, I get it. We're leaving now."

"I want you home in half an hour."

He hung up before she could say anything else.

Heather let out a long breath, pouting a little. She really should have saved that video for tomorrow.

When she made her way back to the lounge, Felicia was sprawled lazily across a chair, eyes dreamy and shining, her cheeks pink. She was the definition of irresistible, and Heather could see more than a few guys sneaking admiring glances their way.

Yeah, time to call it a night. They'd partied enough.

Heather walked over and nudged Felicia. "Hey, it's getting late. We should go home."

Felicia shook her head with a tipsy grin. "It's not late at all. When else do I get to really let go? We can't waste this night."

Jeremy just said, "Stay at the villa for the next couple days. No more going out."

"I know. No more drinking. Promise."

The call ended, just like that.

Heather hung around in the hospital room for a bit. She helped the nurse change Felicia into a hospital gown, but by then it was obvious she'd have to head home herself—the kids were waiting. She asked the nurse to keep an eye on Felicia, left the bodyguards by the door, and slipped out.

She made her way back to the villa.

In the morning, Felicia woke up groggy and disoriented. The first thing she saw was the white ceiling, the sharp scent of disinfectant filling her nose.

She stayed flat on her back, waiting for her spinning head to slow down.

A nurse came in to take her temperature, which finally jarred some memories loose. Last night came rushing back in a dizzy blur. The nurse helped her to the bathroom. After Felicia splashed her face with cold water, she felt a little more human, but her stomach was still unsettled.