The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 785

He was wearing a deep navy shirt paired with crisp white trousers. The look was effortlessly fashionable. Thanks to years of rigorous physical training, his body possessed flawless proportions. He was broad shouldered, lean, and undeniably striking. He rarely wore white trousers, usually preferring darker tones, but this combination highlighted his elegant posture and aristocratic aura perfectly.

"It looks good," she replied simply.

Anne chimed in with her bright, ringing voice, absolutely refusing to hold back her praise. "Daddy is the most handsome and the best looking."

Max looked down at his daughter, his eyes crinkling into a warm smile. He turned to the sales associate. "I will take this set."

"Right away, sir."

Just as Max turned to head back to the fitting room to change, the phone in Felicia's hand began to vibrate. When Max had gone in to try on the clothes earlier, he had handed her his phone for safekeeping. Felicia instinctively glanced at the screen and saw Isaac's name flashing on the display. Assuming it was a crucial work matter, she held the phone out to Max as he approached.

Max took the phone and walked slightly off to the side to answer it. "Speak."

Listening to Isaac's urgent report, the warmth vanished from Max's face, replaced by a freezing, terrifying darkness. He turned and stepped entirely out of the store to continue the conversation in private.

In that brief second before he turned away, Felicia vividly sensed the violent shift in his aura. She figured it had to be a massive corporate crisis, so she withdrew her gaze and pushed the thought from her mind, waiting quietly with Anne.

Fifteen minutes later, Max walked back inside, his expression perfectly composed once more. He went into the fitting room, changed back into his own clothes, and instructed the associate to pack the new outfit. After paying the bill, the associate handed the luxurious shopping bags to the bodyguard trailing behind them.

"Let's go," Max said, reaching out to help Felicia stand up.

She was currently capable of walking on her own, though her movements lacked their usual flexibility, and she still occasionally suffered from sudden muscle spasms. Max kept a firm, protective arm wrapped around her waist to steady her, while Anne happily swung her mother's hand. "Cake time. Cake time," the little girl chanted gleefully.

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