From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 61

“You guys are unbelievable. You couldn’t even try to talk him out of it?” Jessie complained.

Everyone just rolled their eyes and looked away. Honestly, what were they supposed to do? It’s not like he ever listened.

“Jessie, you deal with him. We’re heading out,” someone called. In seconds, the group scattered, leaving the private room quiet except for Jessie and Peter.

Jessie set her glass down just as Peter reached for another drink. “Peter, it was just a small lawsuit. Who cares if you lost? Or are you just upset about Eleanor?” she teased.

The second he heard Eleanor’s name, the drink on his tongue tasted even more bitter.

“I’m not hung up on her, Jessie,” Peter replied, his voice low.

Jessie took advantage of the alcohol swirling in his veins. She slipped her arms around his slim waist, clinging to him. “If you’re really over her, then why not get a divorce?”

Peter put his glass down and gently pried her hands away from his waist.

“Jessie, don’t be like this.”

“I’m not causing drama!” Jessie’s voice suddenly got sharper. “Peter, can you honestly say you don’t have feelings for me?”

She stared straight at him. “I know about the room in your study. The one filled with my photos. If that’s not love, what is?”

Peter froze, stunned. “You… you know about that?”

Jessie had known for ages. Ever since they were kids, Peter was always the one trailing after her and Grady, snapping secret photos when he thought she wasn’t looking.

One time, curiosity got the best of her. She found the locked room in his house. Seeing every wall plastered with photos of herself made her nervous, but in some twisted way, it also felt thrilling. It was a secret pride, knowing both brothers were drawn to her.

Jessie never thought twice about it. She played the perfect girlfriend for Grady in public, soaking up Peter’s hidden devotion in private. It was all great, until Peter suddenly got married.

“Peter, I found out by accident. Back then, Grady was still around. Now it’s just me,” she whispered, biting her lip, her eyes lingering on his. “Don’t you want me?”

Peter felt his whole body flush hot. He stood up so fast his chair scraped the floor. “Jessie, not tonight.”

“Why not?”

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up straighter. “Mr. Clarkson, I’m sorry. I fell asleep.”

She tried to hand the jacket back. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Max quirked an eyebrow. “Ms. Rolland, how old are you?”

Eleanor hesitated. “Twenty-six.”

He nodded, his face unreadable. “I’m seven years older. You really don’t have to be that formal.”

Eleanor’s ears burned. “I just… you’re my boss, Mr. Clarkson. It feels respectful.”

Max leaned closer. His lips were almost at her ear, his voice low and warm. “People who know us think I’m your boss. People who don’t might think I’m your dad.”

Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat. He took his jacket from her hands, his warmth fading as he pulled away.

“It’s late, Ms. Rolland. You should go home.”