No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 408

Eleanor greeted him with a warm smile. “I heard you were out of the country on business. When did you get back?”

“How did you know I was abroad?” Xavier asked, surprised.

She chuckled. “I ran into your housekeeper at the school last time. She mentioned it.”

A flicker of disappointment crossed Xavier’s eyes. For a moment, he'd thought Eleanor had gone out of her way to find out about his whereabouts.

“Yeah, I just got back two days ago,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Had to take care of some company issues. Almost wrapped up now.”

Eleanor glanced him over, noticing how relaxed he seemed. Clearly, he’d come out on top in his family’s internal power struggle.

Just then, a sudden commotion drew everyone’s attention to the entrance of the ballroom.

Eleanor instinctively turned to look. Ian had just arrived, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, walking in with an older gentleman as they chatted quietly.

But the instant Ian spotted Eleanor standing with Xavier, the smile on his face froze for a split second, and something dark flickered in his gaze.

He said a few words to the elder, then strode toward them.

“Ian, good to see you,” Xavier called out first.

Ian greeted him with ease. “Xavier, did everything get sorted out back home?”

“It’s all handled,” Xavier nodded.

Then Ian’s eyes settled on Eleanor. “You look beautiful tonight.”

The words echoed Xavier’s earlier compliment, but coming from Ian, they made Eleanor’s expression turn cold. She ignored him.

Eleanor felt unusually cheerful tonight. Soon, the appointed hour arrived, and on stage, the groom stood waiting in a sharp white suit.

Eleanor was surprised to see Henry Holt standing beside him, grinning happily as the best man.

Xavier also smiled, clearly already in on the secret.

As the wedding march began, all eyes turned to the couple.

The doors at the back of the hall opened slowly.

The bride entered, arm in arm with her father, followed by four bridesmaids.

Eleanor’s gaze lingered on one of them—Vanessa, graceful in a champagne-colored dress, bouquet in hand, gliding elegantly down the aisle.