From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 92

“Let’s go, it’s already eight thirty,” Peter said, ruffling his daughter’s hair with a tired smile.

Kids really are little bundles of energy. Peter was already worn out after just half a day, but Olga kept chattering, telling him about every single thing she wanted to try that afternoon.

At lunch, Olga quietly ordered herself a slice of mango cake. Peter watched, remembering how Eleanor never used to let their daughter have cake. He’d always thought it was about sugar and cavities, but today, seeing Olga so happy, he just couldn’t bring himself to spoil her fun. He said gently, “Just a few bites, okay? Don’t eat too much.”

Olga’s face lit up. She’d been afraid he would take the cake away, so she promised right away, “Okay, Daddy, only three bites!”

She stuck to her word too, nibbling three tiny bites and then begging her dad to let her take the rest home. Jessie backed her up, “If she wants it, let her bring it. It’s not much, just a little cake.”

Peter thought about it and gave in. There was no reason to say no to something so small.

By three in the afternoon, Olga had finally run out of steam. Peter carried her back to the car, and Jessie carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“Peter, maybe we should save picking out the gift for another day? Olga looks exhausted,” Jessie suggested.

Olga, half-asleep, waved her hand. “You guys go ahead. The driver can take me home.”

Peter nodded. “Alright. When you get home, ask Lisa to help you wash up, okay?”

“Mm-hmm. Daddy, you’re so loud. I want to sleep now.”

What Peter and Jessie didn’t realize was that the second they got out of the car, Olga’s eyes popped open. She immediately opened the cake box, her face getting smeared with cream as she scarfed down the rest of the mango cake in one go.

So good. Mango cake was the best. Mommy always said she was allergic to mango, so she never let her have any. But mango was so sweet and delicious! Mommy was just being mean. Mommie Jessie was way better. Olga hummed to herself, totally pleased with how clever she was, completely missing the little red rash starting to show up on her arms.

Meanwhile, Jessie led Peter to a small antique shop tucked away in an old alley.

They wandered around for a while, and Peter’s attention was instantly caught by a jade bracelet. It was glossy and vibrant, obviously something special.

Max nodded. “That’s right. I’m hoping you can try a few styles for me.”

Eleanor pressed her lips together, thinking about how she and Max’s mom were totally different in both age and shape, so it probably wouldn’t be much help. But since the boss asked, she wasn’t going to say no. “Alright.”

A sales associate came over. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Max’s eyes landed on a pale blue dress with apricot blossoms on the mannequin. He pointed at it. “Could she try that one on?”

Eleanor hesitated. “Isn’t that color a bit too bright?”

Max replied with a straight face, “My mom loves bright colors. I get it from her. Go on, try it.”

Left with no choice, Eleanor picked up the dress and headed for the fitting room, still not quite sure what to think.