From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 93

Eleanor studied her reflection, smoothing her lips together. She actually looked pretty good. The dress hugged her perfectly, following the curve of her waist. Neatly twisted frog buttons ran down the front in matching pairs. The white fabric was covered with delicate, hand-embroidered apricot blossoms, making her look both elegant and refined. When she moved, the slit in the skirt revealed just a hint of her long, pale legs.

She opened the fitting room door and stepped out, looking every bit the classic beauty, like someone who’d just walked out of a painting. There was something mesmerizing in the way she moved, graceful and impossible to ignore.

“So, what do you think?” Eleanor asked, suddenly unsure. “Is it too much?”

Max’s throat tightened as he stared at her. “No,” he managed, his voice a little hoarse. “It’s perfect.”

He felt oddly parched. She wasn’t showing much skin, but somehow, she radiated a quiet, devastating allure. He almost felt dizzy.

Max had her try on a few more dresses, and the sales associate kept piling on the compliments. Eleanor started to feel lightheaded from all the praise.

Finally, she changed back into her own clothes and felt herself coming back down to earth. “Mr. Clarkson, which one do you think your mom would like best?”

Max just waved his hand. “Wrap them all up. The blue one, pack it separately.”

Eleanor blinked, startled. He was buying them all? Rich people really did live in another world.

The sales associate could hardly contain her excitement. She’d known from the start this would be a huge sale. “That’s one million, twenty thousand. Card or phone?”

“Card.” Max handed over a sleek black card.

Eleanor’s eyes widened at the number. Over a million, just like that. Each dress was around two hundred thousand—unbelievable. Then Max handed a shopping bag to her. “The first one really suited you. Take it as a thank you for helping me pick out gifts today.”

Eleanor stared. “Wait, I can’t accept this. It’s way too much.”

Max tilted his head, looking at her with a playful smile. “You think so? I thought it was pretty cheap.”

Eleanor couldn’t even find words.

“Just take it,” he said. “My nanny wears pricier stuff than this. Call it your work uniform.”

A two-hundred-thousand-dollar work uniform. She was really seeing how big the gap between their worlds was.

She slipped her arm around his without thinking and led him into the elevator. She didn’t notice Peter and Jessie standing nearby, watching.

Jessie squinted, certain that familiar figure was someone she knew, but the man beside her threw her off.

“What are you looking at, Jessie?” Peter asked.

Jessie shook her head, laughing softly. “Nothing. I must be imagining things. Let’s go to the parking garage.”

Just as they headed for the elevator, Peter’s phone rang. His face darkened as he listened. “What? I’m coming right now.”

Jessie felt her heart skip a beat. “What is it, Peter?”

He pressed his lips together. “Olga had an allergic reaction. She’s in the hospital.”

In the pediatric ward, the doctor stared at the couple in front of him, barely hiding his frustration. Here they were again. These two still didn’t know their own daughter was allergic to mangoes.