Felicia’s brows knitted together as she glared at him.
Max glanced over at Kruz, who had hesitated a few steps away. Their eyes met for just a second before Kruz turned and strode off without another word.
Turning back, Max looked at Felicia. “What are you mad at me for this time?”
Felicia’s face clouded over. She let out a short, bitter laugh, sinking into her chair. “Don’t act like there’s anything real between us,” she said, her tone icy.
Max watched her, studying the sharp angle of her jaw, the way she always managed to look completely untouchable.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
His eyes felt like lasers slicing through her. It made her skin crawl. Felicia faced him fully, matching his stare. His gaze was so piercing it seemed to see right through her, and for a split second, her chest tightened.
Then, without warning, Max leaned in closer.
Feeling his presence suddenly so close, Felicia instinctively pulled back, every muscle tense. Before she could react, his long arm wrapped around her, pulling her against him.
She landed in his arms, pressed against his chest as effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. Felicia’s eyes went wide. “Max!” she blurted, startled.
He didn’t even flinch, only looked down at her with maddening calm. “Maybe say that a little louder, so you can get everyone’s attention,” he said, his voice low.
All around them, in the lounge area, people were drinking tea and chatting. Max’s arrival had already made a few heads turn their way.
Felicia tried to squirm out of his grip, lowering her voice. “Let go of me. Right now.”
After what felt like forever, Felicia turned to him. “If you’re done, please move. I want to go.”
Max didn’t so much as shift. Instead, he just kept staring, his gaze so dark it felt almost dangerous. “So this is it. You’re just going to keep running from everything?”
Felicia blinked, taken aback. “What are you talking about?”
“There are problems between us. That’s the truth. You don’t have to believe me, but giving me the silent treatment won’t fix a thing. Like it or not, until the day we sign the divorce papers, we’re still married.”
Felicia let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, fix things? Sure. Want to explain how you ended up carrying Andrea out of that hotel? Let me guess, it was just some innocent late-night chat under the covers?”
Max’s face didn’t so much as twitch. “Then show me the video.”

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