No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1220

Three days later, the wedding of the Holt and Quigley families was held in the grand ballroom of the most luxurious hotel in Ashford City.

As Henry's childhood friends, Ian and Xavier arrived early. They stood on either side of him, helping to greet the arriving guests.

Ian was dressed in a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, his salt-and-pepper hair impeccably styled. His usually cool expression was noticeably warmer today. When guests approached him to chat, he was willing to exchange a few pleasantries, and though his words remained concise, he was impeccably polite.

Xavier, with his usual gentle and refined air, wore a light-colored suit that made him look all the more dashing. His warm smile could make anyone feel at ease.

The two of them, one cool and composed, the other warm and gentle, stood next to the radiant groom, looking like a trio of top models and drawing admiring glances from all the female guests.

"Nervous?" Xavier teased Henry during a lull.

Henry tugged at his bow tie and grinned. "A little, yeah. But mostly, I'm just happy."

Then, his brow suddenly furrowed. "That Walden Wells is on the guest list."

Henry had already told Xavier about Walden's current relationship with Vanessa. Xavier patted his shoulder. "Today is your big day. Don't think about unpleasant things."

Henry nodded, the look of disgust vanishing from his face.

"Dizzy? No energy?" Walden chuckled humorlessly. "I don't think you're feeling sick. I think your heart is what's feeling uncomfortable."

He waved the maid away and walked over to the sofa, looking down at her. "What's the matter? You found out Ian will be there today, so now you don't dare to be seen with this old man? Do you think I'm not presentable enough? Are you ashamed to be seen with me?"

Vanessa was stunned, a panicked look flashing across her face. She quickly got up and wrapped her arms around Walden's neck. "Walden, how could you think that? I really don't feel well—"

"Enough," Walden cut her off impatiently. "Don't think I don't see through your little tricks. I don't care whose woman you were before. Now that you're with me, you'll behave. All the big names will be at this event today. If the woman I, Walden Wells, bring with me is still thinking about another man, how is that supposed to make me look?"

Vanessa's face paled, and tears of indignation welled up in her eyes. "Walden, you've misunderstood me. How could I still be thinking about Ian? Our relationship was always completely professional, nothing more than a business arrangement." Then, as if she'd suffered the greatest injustice, her eyes reddened. "I admit, I used Ian's fame to boost my own vanity before, but I see things clearly now. I know who truly loves me and understands me."