No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1289

She'd spent ten relentless years of her life plotting to tear them apart. Was it all for nothing in the end?

Seeing Ian's deep, steady gaze fixed on Eleanor's face, Vanessa's heart ached. The way he leaned in showed a rare patience and focus. Eleanor, tilting her head up slightly, looked calm and earnest.

It seemed the animosity between them was truly gone.

Vanessa bit down on her lip. She'd given up so much—right down to shackling herself to an aging man like Walden Wells. Why did Eleanor get to slip back to Ian's side so easily, and end up with even more of his protection and care than before?

"What are you looking at? Still thinking about your old flame?" Walden Wells suddenly pinched her waist.

Vanessa snapped her gaze away and put on a flirtatious expression. "Walden, I'm just angry for you. That Ian has no respect for you at all."

Walden snorted, his own gaze turning toward Ian, his eyes dark. "Hmph. We'll see how long he gets to be smug. I won't forget this."

This was exactly what Vanessa wanted—Walden's animosity toward Ian. With Walden's status, he could actually challenge him.

"Walden, look at how Eleanor has Ian wrapped around her finger. The way he's defending her... I bet there's some kind of shady deal between them!" Vanessa added, fanning the flames.

Walden narrowed his eyes, studying Eleanor from afar. She was indeed a rare beauty, but what was more remarkable was her unique aura. He scoffed. "Whatever is going on between them, I'll find out."

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