From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 296

Eleanor never expected anything like this. She looked around, wide-eyed. “Is this really our wedding venue?”

“It is.” Max pressed something on his phone. Instantly, the lights dimmed. “Look up.”

She did, and her breath caught in her throat. The ceiling had turned into a shimmering galaxy, stars sparkling and shifting across a sea of blue. “Is this…a starry ceiling?”

Max nodded. “Yeah. Do you like it?”

Eleanor smiled softly. “It’s beautiful.”

She remembered, not long ago, Max had asked her what her favorite color was. She hadn’t even thought before answering, “Blue.” She loved the ocean, especially the pure blue of a glassy sea. Deep down, she’d always been a romantic, but life had taught her not to expect too much. She had learned to hold on to even the smallest bit of kindness, treasuring it for a long, long time.

“Thank you. You really put your heart into this. I love it,” she said.

Max’s lips curled with a quiet smile. His voice was gentle, almost tender. “That’s all I wanted. As long as you’re happy on our wedding day, nothing else really matters.”

Eleanor looked at him, the blue light casting soft shadows across his sharp features. He seemed so distant and cool, but his eyes gave him away. There was a warmth in them she couldn’t ignore. She could feel it, all of this was truly for her. It made her wonder why he’d do so much for her, when this was supposed to be just a marriage on paper.

She felt her cheeks heat up, the blush spreading until her whole body tingled. Her heart was racing. But then she remembered the things her coworkers had said earlier, and the excitement faded a little. Maybe Max was just being polite. He was always kind, always a gentleman. It probably didn’t mean anything more.

Max was watching her. He could see the way her expression shifted from surprise to something quieter, more thoughtful, until she finally seemed calm. He felt a strange disappointment. Wasn’t this the kind of moment where she’d throw herself into his arms and kiss him like in the movies?

He started second-guessing himself. Did he mess something up? Or…was she still thinking about her ex?

They left the venue together, but a heavy silence hung between them. Neither one seemed to know what to say. The driver noticed too, glancing nervously in the rearview mirror. They’d been so cheerful on the way over. Why did it feel like they were giving each other the silent treatment now?

Just as Max was about to speak, Eleanor’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen. It was Yolanda.

“Yolanda?”

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