Max smiled. "Why don't you and Anne go have some cake?" He placed the boxes on the coffee table, opened them, and gave a spoon to each girl. With a cheery voice, Anne said, "Thank you, Daddy." "Thank you, Uncle Max," Yara said quietly. Max turned to look at Felicia, who was sitting quietly on the couch. "I just picked two varieties because I wasn't sure what tastes you'd want."Heather kept a careful eye on him. He spoke softly, but there was a coldness in his gaze that wasn't present when he spoke to the children. There was a noticeable change, and Heather questioned whether the stress was in her head. For a brief moment, it seemed as though Max genuinely hated Felicia. However, he would likely appear to others as the ideal family man. As Heather thanked him, a tiny, courteous grin sprang on her lips. Max gave a nod. "Just let the babysitter know if Yara wants something special for dinner.""All right," Heather answered. Max turned and headed upstairs without saying anything else. He
Read more