From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 86

After work, Eleanor headed home and, as luck would have it, ended up sharing the elevator with Max.

“Mr. Clarkson,” she greeted, her tone polite and respectful.

Max gave a small nod. “After work, you can just call me Max.”

Call him by his name? There was no way she’d dare.

She gave a nervous laugh. “I just feel more comfortable calling you Mr. Clarkson.”

He only raised an eyebrow, his gaze full of amusement. The look made her feel a little on edge, but she still had to say what she meant to. “Thank you for today, Mr. Clarkson. I owe you another favor.”

Max’s lips curved into a smile. “Another favor, huh?”

He seemed relaxed, almost casual. “That’s easy to settle. My nanny, the one who usually cooks for me, needs to take a long break. Her daughter-in-law is pregnant, so she’s going back home to help. And since we’re neighbors now…”

His voice was low, unhurried, with a hint of playfulness. “I was wondering if my new neighbor would be willing to make dinner for me?”

He added, “Of course, if you have to work late or something comes up, you don’t have to. Just let me know in advance.”

Eleanor felt like something was off, but she couldn’t quite figure out what. Still, since Max was asking directly, she really couldn’t say no. “Sure, Mr. Clarkson. Just let me know if you have any food preferences or things you can’t eat. I can start tomorrow if you want.”

“I’ll send you a list tonight. Don’t worry about buying groceries. I’ll give you my butler’s number. You can just text him whatever you need.”

He paused, then grinned. “And I’ll pay you your usual hourly rate. Just think of it as a part-time job.”

Eleanor’s eyes widened in surprise. Was this really happening?

She smiled, a little flustered. “That’s very generous, but you really don’t have to pay me.”

Max leaned in, his tone a little teasing. “If I don’t pay you, then what would you be to me when you cook for me?”

Marleigh gave a polite smile. “Thank you for coming all this way yourself. Once I finish this batch, maybe you can come again?”

Autumn didn’t linger. She knew some things had to move slowly. “It’s no trouble at all. I’ll head out now. No need to see me off, Marleigh.”

Marleigh didn’t insist and had her maid walk Autumn to the door.

Autumn’s car was parked outside. As she left the sprawling, almost maze-like estate, she couldn’t help but think about how grand the place was. Her own family could never compare.

As she reached her car, a sleek black sedan pulled into the driveway. She glanced over, curiosity getting the best of her, but the tinted windows hid whoever was inside.

Inside the car, Max caught sight of Autumn standing in the garden. His gaze narrowed slightly.

Who was she here for?