The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 669

Olisha stopped in front of Felicia and asked politely, “Excuse me, are you Evelynn?”

Her voice was as soft and musical as a songbird, her amber eyes pure and clear.

Felicia found herself captivated by such beauty.

Ten minutes later, they were sitting in a coffee shop across the street from the office.

Olisha sat opposite Felicia, her hands clasped on her knees. She kept her eyes downcast, looking nervous and out of place.

Felicia took a sip of her coffee, set the cup down slowly, and asked, “How do you and Max know each other?”

Olisha slowly raised her eyes to meet the gaze of the elegant and sophisticated woman before her. This was Mr. Hawthorne's wife. They looked so good together.

She wrung her hands as she explained how they had met.

When she finished, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Felicia’s lips. “So, he was playing the hero.”

Olisha couldn’t quite decipher the tone of Felicia’s voice.

Felicia continued, “You mentioned Australia. He attended a party hosted by your father. What happened that night?”

At the question, Olisha’s composure faltered, her expression turning to one of clear panic. She didn’t seem to know how to respond.

Felicia noted the change. Remembering Max’s state when he returned from that trip, she began to put the pieces together. If a woman this beautiful offered herself, any man would have a reaction. But Olisha was young, too young to hide what she was feeling.

“So, you came to me. What do you want my help with?”

For the rich and powerful, it was almost expected.

After speaking, Olisha watched Felicia carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. But she couldn't read the woman before her.

Gavin had told her that Mr. Hawthorne’s wife didn’t love him and wanted a divorce.

If that was true, then she shouldn’t mind her husband having another woman to attend to him.

“So, have you thought about marrying Max?” Felicia asked.

“Who wouldn’t want to be the wife of the man they love?” Olisha replied quickly. “But I know my place. I just want to stay by his side. I don’t need anything else. I would never compete with you for anything, Evelynn. If I can’t stay with Mr. Hawthorne, my father will give me to another man. He’s sixty-eight this year, and I can’t… I won’t do it.”

Her tone was pleading, her glass-like eyes, pure and untainted, filled with a desperate hope that Felicia would agree. Her vulnerability was heart-wrenching.