From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 224

Eleanor didn't answer Yolanda’s question, mostly because it was just too embarrassing. She hadn’t experienced anything like that, so she genuinely didn’t know. The only thing she could say for sure was that Max knew how to kiss.

But now, being under Max’s protection, she couldn’t exactly run around gossiping about his private life. That would be pretty ungrateful of her.

Yolanda noticed her hesitation and waved her hand as if to say, drop it. “Alright, alright, I feel better knowing you married him anyway.”

“Max might be a bit cold and his temper isn’t great, but at least he’s clean. No scandals. And honestly, with his status, he’d never let those two losers drag your name through the mud.”

She paused, thinking it over. “Okay, maybe he can’t give you all the... happiness a woman wants, but at least he’s decent. A guy who can’t even respect himself? That’s just gross.”

Eleanor had no clue about Yolanda’s dramatic thoughts. She just wanted to clear things up for Max. “Actually, he’s not really that bad-tempered.”

She thought Max was pretty easygoing most of the time. He just had a tendency to go quiet and distant now and then.

But Yolanda wasn’t buying it.

“Wait, isn’t Max technically Peter Clarkson’s uncle?”

Even if Peter’s side of the family didn’t get official recognition, by blood, Max was his uncle. Yolanda’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Eleanor, when are you going to tell Peter about this? He’s going to lose it.”

She could hardly wait to see Peter’s face.

Eleanor wasn’t planning on making a big announcement. “We’ll have a wedding eventually. He’ll find out then.”

Yolanda thought that was perfect. Seeing Peter get put in his place at the wedding would be even better. She just wondered if he’d even get an invitation.

Eleanor got home at nine. Almost as soon as she walked in, Max arrived too. She caught the usual warm, woody scent from him, along with a faint trace of alcohol. It wasn’t strong or unpleasant, just there.

“You had something to drink?” she asked.

He set his towel aside, hair still damp, and slipped his arms around her from behind.

Eleanor tensed up immediately.

Max could tell she was nervous. He didn’t want to scare her off. Some things, especially feelings, needed to be taken slow.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “Thanks, honey. Go take your shower. I’ll drink it.”

Eleanor slipped out of his arms, her cheeks burning. “Yeah... you drink it.”

At school, Ms. Truman was caught off guard by how the administration responded. He thought of that confident face he’d seen before. It turned out the one who seemed to have no support at all actually had the strongest backing of everyone.

Meanwhile, Grant Goff had spent the whole day glaring at Jared, itching for a fight.