Summary of Chapter 1441 – A turning point in No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) by Harper Laine
Chapter 1441 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.
Joslyn quickly brought over a platter of cut fruit, placed it on the coffee table, and returned to her room.
Now it was just the two of them in the living room. Ian picked up a slice of apple, took a bite, and asked Eleanor, “Grandma wants everyone to dress up tomorrow. Do you have a suitable gown?”
“Are there going to be other guests?” Eleanor looked up, wondering if even the extended Goodwin family would be invited.
Ian shook his head. “My grandmother doesn’t plan on inviting any outsiders this year. It’ll just be our family.” After a pause, he added, “I’ll arrange for your dress.”
Eleanor shook her head. “No, that’s okay. I’ll handle it.”
Since it was just a dinner with the Goodwin family, she could dress more formally, but there was no need to be overly elaborate.
Eleanor picked up a grape and rolled it lightly between her fingers before popping it into her mouth.
“Did you say goodbye to Mr. Ellington?” Ian asked suddenly.
“Yes, I did,” Eleanor replied calmly.
Ian didn’t press the topic. Instead, he brought up the matter of the wall. “I’ve already notified the construction company. They can have the door installed within a week at most.”
Eleanor responded softly, “Okay.”
“If you have any other ideas, feel free to let me know,” Ian offered.
Eleanor had changed so much. She used to have endless things to say to him, but now, he found her thoughts inscrutable. He had no idea what she was thinking.
Or rather, instead of trying to guess, he preferred to wait patiently for her to voice her feelings herself.
Eleanor ate the grapes, the sweet juice bursting on her tongue. She looked up at the man across from her and shook her head. “I don’t have any special requests. The main thing is convenience for Evelyn.”
Right. The core of their relationship now was their daughter. Everything revolved around her.
Just then, Ian’s phone rang. He glanced at it, his brow furrowing. He said to Eleanor, “I should go. Good night.”
“Okay,” Eleanor acknowledged, watching him stride quickly out the door.


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