No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1223

But he wouldn't even spare her a single glance. In the face of his absolute indifference, all her efforts felt laughable and futile.

Just then, Walden noticed her distraction and discreetly pinched her arm, a clear sign of his displeasure.

Vanessa snapped back to reality, pulling her gaze away and turning a gentle look to Walden, clinging to his arm as if it were her only lifeline.

"Walden, let's go inside!" she called out in a deliberately coquettish tone.

Walden genuinely liked this side of her. He wrapped his arm around her waist. "Let's go. I'll introduce you to a few friends."

Vanessa gave him a sultry look, but as her eyes shifted, she met another pair—gentle, yet distant. It was Xavier.

He was holding a glass of wine, conversing with a few guests. His gaze drifted in her direction and met hers head-on.

Vanessa's seductive smile froze on her face, a wave of embarrassment and shame washing over her.

If Ian was her unattainable ideal, and Henry her loyal backup plan, then Xavier was her secret regret.

Xavier was gentle and refined, with a top-tier family background and capabilities. Unlike Ian's coldness or Henry's passion, he was like fine wine, his character growing richer and more complex with time.

She had wondered more than once: if Xavier had pursued her back then instead of Henry, would she have been able to break free from her obsession with Ian and choose him?

But now, here she was, in a place like this, on the arm of a man older than her father, standing right in front of him. It truly pained her.

Xavier's gaze lingered on her for two seconds before moving on. There was no surprise, no contempt in his eyes. He simply turned back to chat amiably with the others.

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