From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 273

Max narrowed his eyes, his voice cool. “What does that have to do with me?”

Shawn rubbed at his nose, sheepish. “Nothing, forget I said anything. Don’t be mad, Max.”

Eleanor knew these two were closest to Max. She squeezed his hand, gentle reassurance.

Some of the ice in Max’s expression melted. “Alright. Finish your drink. Let’s pretend it never happened.”

Shawn didn’t hesitate. He downed the shot in one smooth motion.

Across the room, someone called Max over to join their poker game.

But Max wasn’t about to leave his wife behind. He slipped an arm around her waist and walked her over.

His breath was warm against her ear. “You play this round. If you lose, it’s on me. If you win, the credit’s all yours.”

Eleanor hesitated, then shook her head. “I don’t even know how.”

“That’s fine. I’ll teach you.”

The guys at the table exchanged glances. This was supposed to be a poker night, not a chance for Max to show off how much he adored his wife.

Shawn’s cousin, Shirley James, had been crushing on Max forever. She used to think he wasn’t into women, but watching how tender he was with Eleanor, jealousy was eating her alive.

Shirley nudged her way in, trying to sound casual. “Shawn, you could teach me how to play too, right?”

Shawn just raised a brow. “Play what? Go find something else to do.”

He had zero patience for Shirley. He knew all about her feelings for Max, but Max was married now and Shirley needed to get over it. His tone was blunt, almost cold.

But Shirley was the definition of spoiled—coddled since childhood, never told no. She bit her lip, her gaze flickering between Max and Eleanor.

“Why does she get to play if she doesn’t even know how?”

“Maybe the guys should play, and us girls can just sit this one out.”

Then Shirley turned to Eleanor, pointed. “What do you think, Eleanor?”

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