From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 114

Eleanor dragged herself home, every part of her feeling drained, and it hit her—she’d completely forgotten to tell Max she needed the day off. Dinner was still her responsibility. When she rang the doorbell, Monty, the housekeeper, opened up with a look of surprise.

“Ms. Rolland, Mr. Clarkson said you weren’t coming in today.”

Eleanor blinked, thrown off. “Really? Did I say that?” She scrolled through her messages, but the last thing she and Max had talked about was his business dinner days ago. “So, has dinner already been sorted out for Mr. Clarkson?”

Monty shook his head. “Not yet. I was just about to order something from the hotel.”

Eleanor gave a small, tired smile. “Don’t worry about it, then. Do we have stuff in the kitchen? I can cook.”

“We do. There’s plenty.”

Later that evening, Max walked in, and the smell of home-cooked food stopped him in his tracks. His eyebrows lifted, surprised.

“Welcome home, sir. Ms. Rolland was able to come by and cook after all,” Monty announced.

Max had assumed Eleanor would skip out, since he’d heard she was taking the day off. Lately, she’d been missing work more often than usual. Maybe something was happening at home?

“I see,” he said, keeping it casual.

While Eleanor was plating up dinner, she realized Max was already home. “Dinner’s ready for you, Mr. Clarkson.”

“Thank you.” He paused, then asked as if it was nothing, “I heard you took the day off today?”

“Yes, Mr. Clarkson. I had some family stuff to handle.”

She didn’t feel like eating, so she pulled out a little gift she’d brought, sliding the small box over to him. “This is for you. It probably isn’t as fancy as what you’re used to, but I hope you like it.”

Max opened the box, finding a pair of deep navy cufflinks that caught the light in a subtle way. He looked genuinely surprised. “Thank you. I really like them.”

The assistant got back to him quickly. “Mr. Clarkson, I found out Ms. Rolland’s brother needs a bone marrow transplant. Her ex-husband brought in a donor, but it wasn’t a full match. Ms. Goff, however, is a perfect match.”

“Jessie Goff? The ex’s mistress?”

“Yes, Mr. Clarkson.”

Max thought of the sadness he’d seen in Eleanor’s eyes earlier. So that woman was planning to use the bone marrow as leverage.

“What about the bone marrow search I asked you to start? Any news?”

“We’ve found some partial matches, but not a perfect one. There’s been a promising lead in the South Korean registry. I may need to go there myself to check it out.”

Max just raised his brows. “Book a flight tonight. What are you still doing here?”