No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1383

Eleanor was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry. My reaction back then was intense, and my actions were foolish," Ian said with a bitter smile.

"You used Vanessa to provoke me?" Eleanor looked at him. "Why didn't you just ask me?"

Ian stared at her, the sunlight dancing in his eyes. He smiled. "If we could go back to that time, I would have definitely asked you directly."

Eleanor suddenly smiled too. "You wouldn't have. Because I wouldn't have either."

She wouldn't have confronted him about his real relationship with Vanessa. She would have just speculated and imagined things, constantly denying her own feelings and tormenting herself until she finally chose to end it all.

Ian's smile was tinged with regret and understanding. "You're right."

He agreed.

Back then, they were both afraid that asking the question would lead to an answer that would shatter them completely.

"Thankfully, we still have a chance to sit here and calmly talk about the past, and it gives me a chance to reflect on my foolishness."

Eleanor was taken aback again, then she smiled as well. It was true. Who would have thought they could sit together so peacefully, taking stock of the mistakes they'd made?

"You know, that day Henry Holt invited Joel to his private party, I thought he was there for you," Ian said.

Eleanor remembered. That was the day Ian had warned her to be mindful of her status and had taken a drink for Vanessa during a game. And if she recalled correctly, she and Joel had been chatting quite animatedly together.

Just then, Eleanor thought of something and glanced at the time. She shot up from her seat. "I'm going to be late for my conference!"

Ian was startled by her sudden movement.

Eleanor scrambled to grab her laptop bag and phone like a tardy student and tossed a hurried sentence at him, "I have to go!"

Ian watched her frantic figure rush toward the restaurant entrance, and a smile spread across his face.

As he smiled, his expression deepened, but in the end, he couldn't suppress the curve of his lips.

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