From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 292

She asked in her soft, childlike voice, “Mommie Jessie, are you upset?”

Jessie Goff froze. “No, Olga, of course not. That’s not true at all. Why would I be upset?” She forced a smile, but her teeth were clenched so tight it hurt. Ungrateful little brat, she thought. The urge to have a child of her own grew even stronger. For the first time, the woman who used to care so much about her looks and was terrified of pain felt a real sense of urgency.

…

Yolanda came over to help Eleanor with her dress fitting, and tried on her bridesmaid dress while she was there.

“Yolanda, I only asked you to be my bridesmaid,” Eleanor said.

Yolanda straightened up, looking proud. “Don’t worry. One of me is more than enough. I’m your bestie, remember?”

“The best man is Dr. Crane.”

Shawn Crane? Yolanda had heard of him, but they weren’t close. In their world of high society families, everyone’s business was tangled together. The Clarksons, Sidlers, and Cranes were the most tightly connected, so the young men in those families were always the hottest topics. Out of all of them, Max was easily the most sought-after.

Yolanda gave her friend a sly look. “So, you’ve been married for a while now. Tell me the truth. Is Max really as rumored?”

The gossip about Max not being able to have kids never seemed to die down. Since the wedding, everyone’s been watching Eleanor for any sign of a baby bump.

Eleanor’s ears turned pink and the color crept across her cheeks. “We… haven’t, you know.”

Yolanda’s eyes went wide. “Wait, you mean… he actually can’t?”

“So what have you two even done?” Yolanda asked, thinking it had been almost a month since they got married. Surely things had moved past just holding hands. She remembered at Peter Clarkson’s wedding, Max seemed super sweet to Eleanor.

“Just… kissed,” Eleanor mumbled. Her face burned hotter as she grabbed her cold drink and took a big sip.

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