From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 54

Eleanor pressed her lips together, quietly giving her number, a weird feeling creeping in as things took an unexpected turn.

Max swung his long legs around and left the room. Once his back was to her, his smile grew wider. He seemed to be in a really good mood.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Linden came over holding a stack of documents. “Just sign here for the last client, three copies, all need your signature.”

Eleanor finished signing and stood up, gathering her things. “Thank you, Mr. Sidler. I’ll head out now.”

Linden gave her a warm smile. “See you in court next week.”

“See you then.”

As Linden walked her to the elevator, Eleanor paused. “You can go back in, Mr. Sidler. I’ll wait in the lobby for a bit. I’m meeting someone.”

Linden looked curious. “Who are you waiting for?”

“…A friend,” Eleanor answered after a moment.

“Are they from our firm?”

“Yeah.”

Linden didn’t push. When he returned to his office and saw Max lounging on the sofa like he owned the place, Linden’s mouth twitched.

“Eleanor just said she’s waiting for a friend. Let me guess, that friend is you?”

Max stood up, straightened his jacket, and gave a slow, meaningful smile. “Is that a problem?”

Linden rolled his eyes, watching Max’s tall figure stroll out.

So much for not eavesdropping on my calls, Linden thought. The moment he found out Eleanor was showing up, he suddenly decided to stick around instead of leaving.

And she wasn’t even divorced yet. Max was already showing off, all peacock vibes and smug grins. Linden couldn’t help wondering what he’d be like once she was actually single.

…

Eleanor noticed Max coming out and nodded toward the elevator, heading over.

She stepped inside and held the doors open. Once Max walked in, calm as ever, she pressed the button for the first floor.

But from where Max stood, it felt like she was desperate to keep her distance.

His eyes cooled a little. “So, Ms. Rolland, have you decided where you’re taking me for dinner?”

Eleanor pulled out her phone and scrolled for a second. “There’s a Japanese place in the mall next door. How about that?”

She’d chosen it, half guessing it was the kind of food he’d like.

“Just ten, sir?”

“Yeah, just ten. Keep the rest.”

Soon, Max had ten coins in his hand.

He looked down at her, his eyes softer now. “I always make ten-dollar wishes. I figure, the bigger the wish, the better the odds.”

Of course, Eleanor thought, only someone like him would think that way.

“Here. Try it.”

Still not sure, Eleanor took a coin from his palm, pressed her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a wish. She aimed carefully for the golden koi’s mouth and tossed it.

“Missed,” she said, lips pressed in a pout.

Max’s tone turned gentle. “That doesn’t mean your wish won’t come true. What did you wish for?”

Eleanor kept it to herself. She’d wished for the freedom to live her life however she wanted, once the divorce was over.

“It’s fine, Mr. Clarkson,” she said, shaking her head. “Let’s just go.”