From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 191

“Did your ex manage to get the money together?”

“He sent over part of it. There’s still a little left.”

Max’s eyebrows lifted, a flicker of contempt in his eyes. So broke.

“Looks like he’ll have to sell everything just to scrape it up.”

Eleanor laughed at his choice of words. “I don’t think it’s that serious.”

Still, making her ex cough up the cash felt pretty damn good.

“Ms. Rolland, have you given any thought to my offer? It’s been three days.”

Eleanor hesitated, searching for a gentle way to say no.

Max leaned in, his tone warm and coaxing. “Don’t let our different backgrounds get to you. You already know about my… issue. Did you notice Dr. Thompson today? He’s a urologist, actually. My mother brought him over for me. Too bad, right?”

For a moment, Eleanor really did think it was a shame.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be asking her to sign a marriage agreement just to keep his mother happy.

But dragging Max into her mess was the last thing she wanted. “Mr. Clarkson, I’m sorry. I really have to apologize again.”

“There’s something you probably don’t know. I’m not actually my parents’ biological child. My mom had me with her ex, who was a huge gambler. Do you really want a father-in-law who can’t stay away from the cards?”

Max went quiet.

“You found this out yourself?”

“Has your… real dad come looking for you?”

Eleanor shook her head. “Not yet. But I dropped some hints with my mom, and I’m pretty sure it’s true.”

She couldn’t help it—she was tempted.

But was anything in life ever this easy? She didn’t dare believe it.

Max seemed perfect, just like she’d once thought Peter was. That had ended in divorce, hadn’t it?

“Mr. Clarkson, your offer is really tempting, but I still…”

“No rush,” Max cut her off before she could finish. “Marriage isn’t a joke. We’re not in a hurry. You don’t have to decide now. Take your time, think it over, really think about it.”

Something in his voice made her second guess turning him down straight away.

Eleanor nodded. “Alright.”

“And about your real dad—do you want my help?”