From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 230

Eleanor’s right eyelid wouldn’t stop twitching the whole morning. She sat in Max’s car on the way to work, glancing at him with a little laugh.

“My right eye keeps twitching. Isn’t that supposed to mean something bad’s about to happen?”

Max smiled, soft and reassuring. “Not today.”

He reached over and took her hand, his fingers warm and callused, the gentle motion sending a shiver up her arm. “When you’re with me, nothing bad will ever happen.”

Eleanor couldn’t help but laugh. Max always dropped these lines out of nowhere. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was flirting with her.

“Do you box or something? You’ve got calluses,” she teased, turning his hand over to look.

Someone like Max, always put together, always in a suit, didn’t seem like the type to have rough hands.

He glanced down at his fingertips, then gave a little shrug. “I used to play the ukulele. Haven’t picked it up in a while.”

She blinked, surprised. “You? Ukulele? Really?”

It was hard to picture him strumming away on a tiny instrument. Max, the sharp-dressed executive, playing music in his spare time?

He grinned, a little sheepish. “I’m just a regular person. I need hobbies too. These days, I like golf or tennis more. Want to try?”

Eleanor’s eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to learn tennis.”

With how much they sat at work, she could use a weekend sport.

Max’s smile softened. “Let’s do it. I’ll teach you one weekend.”

They settled on that plan just as they neared her office. Max had gotten into the habit of dropping her off about five hundred meters from the building, so she’d have time to grab coffee.

Sydney’s eyes blazed with hate. “Eleanor, this is what you get for ruining someone else’s family. For being a homewrecker.”

“Homewrecker?” Eleanor stared at her, mouth open. “Security, can you call the police?”

She turned back to the woman, furious. “I have no idea who you are. Are you crazy?”

“You don’t know me?” Sydney’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “But you know Grant Goff, right? A few days ago your brother got my son expelled!”

“And Wesley, my husband! He says your name in his sleep. Your brother bullies my son, and instead of standing up for him, my husband lets my son get kicked out, just to protect your brother. Don’t tell me you don’t know him either.”

Eleanor couldn’t help it, she laughed in disbelief. “You’re Grant Goff’s mom? You must be out of your mind. I don’t even know your husband. Seeing him once at school suddenly makes me a mistress?”

“And for the record, your son was bullying my brother. He deserved to get expelled. If you don’t like it, go file a complaint with the education bureau.”