Summary of Chapter 1187 – A turning point in No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) by Harper Laine
Chapter 1187 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor), written by Harper Laine. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
During the procedure, the doctor said, "This will sting a bit. Try to bear with it."
As the first suture was removed, a sharp pain shot through her. Eleanor bit her lip hard and squeezed her eyes shut.
Instinctively, her free hand flailed, eventually gripping Ian's arm beside her. The pain was too intense for her to think about finding something else to hold onto, and her fingernails dug into his flesh.
Ian let her hold on, murmuring softly, "It'll be over soon. Just a little longer."
With each stitch the doctor carefully removed, beads of sweat formed on Eleanor's forehead. She clenched her jaw to keep from making a sound, channeling all the pain into her grip.
Finally, the last stitch was out. Eleanor let out a sharp breath and immediately released his arm, turning to look at the three angry, red lines on her own arm, like centipedes crawling across her skin.
They would leave scars, but Eleanor no longer cared.
Walking out of the examination room with a bag of medication, Eleanor said to Ian, "You can go home now."
Valery came over to help her into the car. Ian followed her, and though Valery moved quickly to open the door, Ian was faster. He pulled open the rear door and gestured for Eleanor to get in.
Eleanor had no need for his deliberate courtesy, but her injured arm made it awkward. As she bent to get in, a hand moved to shield her head from the doorframe.
Once the door was closed, Valery drove away from the hospital.
Ian walked back to his Maybach, opened the rear door, and got in. A moment later, Gavin drove off as well.
Ian looked down at his arm. Rolling up his sleeve, he saw several distinct nail marks etched into his skin.
But the sight of those marks brought a faint smile to his lips. At least she wasn't repulsed by his touch anymore.
For the past few days, Vanessa had been constantly messaging Gavin, all for the sake of getting his signature for that jade bracelet she coveted. Her greed was clearly etched into her very bones.
At the Walden Wells villa.
Vanessa was browsing for gifts on her iPad. She had given up on the jade bracelet and decided on a piece of diamond jewelry valued at just over five million, which was within the price range stipulated in her agreement.
As long as she could still ask, why not ask for more? Ian had played her for a fool with the Yeaton Holdings stock. It was only fair that she get some compensation.
Besides, the Ian of today was even more powerful, wealthier, and, as a result, more charming and alluring than before.
Vanessa closed her eyes. She truly regretted not crossing the line with him over the years. If she had used a few tricks, Ian might not have been able to resist. After all, he hadn't had another woman since the divorce. How could a man as young and virile as him not need a woman?

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