From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 79

Eleanor didn’t have much stuff, but all those little odds and ends still added up. By the time she finished packing, there were two suitcases and two big cardboard boxes waiting by the door.

Max told his driver to load the boxes into the car, then grabbed both suitcases himself, rolling them beside Eleanor as they walked toward the elevator.

She tried to take one, but Max stopped her with a gentle, matter-of-fact, “Let me. I’ve got it.” He said it like it was obvious, like it was just what a man should do.

Right before the elevator doors slid open, Eleanor ran into her neighbor from across the hall—a cheerful, chatty woman. “Wow, you’re moving out already?”

“Yeah, just needed a change,” Eleanor said with a small smile.

They weren’t close, so the conversation stayed light. Still, Eleanor noticed her neighbor sneaking curious glances at Max, clearly intrigued by the elegant, good-looking man at Eleanor’s side. The woman tried to look a little longer, but the moment Max’s steady gaze met hers, she stiffened up, standing at attention like she was about to salute.

Eleanor had to bite back a laugh. Mr. Clarkson really did have a way of leaving an impression.

They reached the car, and Eleanor texted her best friend, Yolanda, updating her on everything. Yolanda was furious about Peter, still angry that he had the nerve to bother Eleanor after everything. She sent a long, passionate rant about what a terrible guy he was.

Eleanor’s phone buzzed again.

[Eleanor, are you sure this new place is safe?]

[It should be, Yolanda. My boss recommended it, so I don’t think there will be any problems.]

Yolanda thought about it. She remembered hearing that Eleanor’s supervisor was a solid, dependable guy with a family, so it was probably fine.

[Alright, but if you need anything, promise you’ll call me right away. I’ll drop everything and come over.]

Reading that, Eleanor felt a rush of warmth. The man she used to trust could lie right to her face, but her best friend was always there for her, no matter what.

[Thank you, Yolanda. I mean it. I won’t hesitate.]

He paused for a moment, then added, “And I don’t make a habit of taking advantage of my employees.”

He shrugged. “You’re my uncle’s student, and I owed you a favor. That’s all this is.”

Eleanor raised her brows, just a little. If that was really it, things would be simpler. She hated feeling like she owed anyone.

“Mr. Clarkson, as long as it doesn’t go against my principles, if you ever need help with anything, I’m more than willing to return the favor.”

Max let out a soft, almost teasing laugh. “Ms. Rolland, do you really think there’s anything only you could help me with?”

Eleanor was at a loss for words. Honestly, probably not. The best she could do was stay out of his way.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”