No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1411

At that moment, Ian's sharp business demeanor had faded away. The moonlight outlined his handsome profile, and his white hair added a unique, distinguished air.

Just then, Eleanor Sutton heard the chatter of a few women behind her. One voice was particularly loud. "Wow! Is his hair dyed? A full head of white hair! So cool."

"He can't be a celebrity, can he? How is he so handsome?"

The surrounding area was quiet, and the girls hadn't lowered their voices at all, so their words reached both Eleanor's and Ian's ears.

Eleanor turned to look at the man beside her. A faint smile played on Ian's lips; he was clearly enjoying the compliments.

Strands of hair fell across his forehead, making him seem a few years younger, with a relaxed and almost lazy air about him.

The more Eleanor looked at his white hair, the more she had to admit it was quite striking.

As Ian felt her gaze on him, he suddenly felt like a product being inspected and critiqued by a customer. A subtle knot of nervousness tightened within him.

He wondered if, in her eyes, he still had the same charm.

Just then, fireworks erupted in the distance, instantly capturing Eleanor's attention. The man's gaze followed hers, though a flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes.

The brilliant bursts of color lit up the sky, reflecting in everyone's eyes. Eleanor propped her chin on her hand, a smile on her lips as she watched the display.

The glow of the fireworks illuminated her elegant face. At only twenty-eight, she had a youthful, oval face, and her delicate makeup gave her an exquisite beauty in the night.

Ian's gaze had long since shifted from the fireworks, now fixed on her profile, catching the childlike wonder in her expression.

His eyes swept over her neck. He swallowed hard, a flicker of raw desire crossing his features.

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