No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1216

"You bet. That Ian sure moves fast," Henry remarked over the phone, then added in a probing tone, "But seriously, if they do get back together, it would be great for Evelyn—"

"Yeah," Xavier replied, his eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, a complex emotion flickering within them.

He and Ian had grown up together. The change in Ian was obvious, and Xavier knew exactly what it meant.

And Eleanor deserved to be treated well. Whether as a friend or as one of her admirers, Xavier wanted her to be happy. If that happiness was something Ian could provide, and if Eleanor was willing to accept it, then he could do nothing but offer his blessing.

Still, a sense of melancholy lingered in his heart.

"Alright, I get it. I'll be there early for your wedding to help greet the guests."

"Thanks," Henry said before hanging up.

The car was quiet for a moment. Vivian looked up, sensing the shift in his mood. "Uncle, are you unhappy?"

Xavier snapped back to reality, his usual gentle and calm expression returning. He ruffled her hair. "No, I'm not."

Some beautiful things were meant to be admired from a distance. Some feelings were destined to end before they even began. Right now, his most important job was to take care of the little one beside him and to face the people he needed to face, as a friend.

***

At Walden Wells's villa.

At eight in the evening, Vanessa was bored, flipping through movies in the living room. When she heard a car outside, she immediately straightened up, fixed her hair, and went to the door with a sweet smile.

Walden Wells stepped out of the car. His slightly paunchy figure looked even more bloated in the dim light. He had the same salt-and-pepper hair as Ian, but on Ian, it exuded a captivating charm and noble bearing. On Walden, it only made him look older and more unattractive.

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