From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 78

After work, Eleanor stopped by a real estate agency, but most of the agents seemed full of empty promises.

“Ms. Rolland, I’ll be honest with you,” one of them said, “if you want absolute security, there’s really only one way. Like that legend about the Northlake Residences. Some big shot bought the whole building just for peace and quiet. He’s the only one living there. That’s the only way to guarantee total privacy.”

Eleanor picked up on the sarcasm. Basically, unless she was ridiculously rich, there was no way she’d ever have complete privacy.

She headed outside to catch a cab, but just her luck, Max’s car was parked right there on the curb.

She pretended not to see him and kept trying to wave down a taxi.

The window of the sleek black car slid down. Max was in the driver’s seat, looking completely at ease.

“Ms. Rolland, apartment hunting?”

Eleanor forced a polite smile. “Something like that.”

“Mr. Clarkson, I should get going. I’m kind of in a hurry to get home…”

Max didn’t let her finish. “I’ve got a place you could rent, if you want. I never got the chance to thank you for the tie last time. I’ll give you a discount. Half price.”

Eleanor hesitated. With Max, the security would be top notch, and there was no way Peter would ever find out she was living there.

The idea was awfully tempting. “Mr. Clarkson, is now a good time to see it?”

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As Max drove her into the Northlake Residences, Eleanor had a hunch. Maybe that legendary building with just one owner was his after all.

Max led her inside and they stepped into the elevator together.

“Deal! I’ll take it!” Eleanor blurted out, worried he’d change his mind. Honestly, that price seemed like it was missing a zero.

She hurried to transfer the money. “Here you go, Mr. Clarkson. When can I move in?”

“Today,” Max said, a teasing look in his eyes. “Seems like you can’t wait to get started. Since you’re so decisive, I’ll even throw in a free moving service.”

Eleanor gave a stiff laugh. “Wow, thank you, Mr. Clarkson. You’re really generous.”

Max’s smile turned playful. “Don’t thank me just yet. What if I’m not as nice as you think?”

Eleanor wasn’t sure what he meant. She tilted her head, confused.

He grinned, a little mischievous. “Come on. Let’s get you moved in before it gets dark.”