No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 662

The touch was like hitting a nerve. Eleanor instinctively raised her hand to block him. “I told you, no—”

Her hand struck Ian’s, the one holding the gift box. With a sharp smack, the box tumbled to the floor.

The lid popped open, and a snowflake-shaped necklace studded with pink diamonds spilled out—so breathtakingly beautiful it almost hurt to look at.

Anyone could tell it was a one-of-a-kind, a global limited edition.

For a moment, Ian’s face went rigid. Eleanor froze as well, but didn’t linger. She turned and strode toward the elevator.

Ian bent down to pick up the necklace, his thumb brushing over the pendant’s back, where two letters were engraved: “E. S.”

Eleanor’s initials.

Clutching the box, he returned to the couch on the twenty-seventh floor and pressed his fingers to his brow. Just then, his phone rang. Gavin’s name lit up the screen.

“Mr. Goodwin, the Vice President of Starnova Group is here. When will you be coming in?”

“I’ll be right there,” Ian replied, still gripping the phone.

He opened a drawer, placed the necklace carefully inside, and headed out.

At ten-thirty, Serena finished packing two suitcases and set out for Cloudcrest Manor.

The moment she opened the door, she saw the place was fully furnished, with everything she could possibly need—though the decor was definitely on the masculine side. She made a mental note to have someone come in and give it a makeover.

Vanessa’s eyes widened in disbelief. But then she remembered—just a few days ago, she had casually mentioned wanting a gift from Ian. Could this be it?

“Are you sure it’s for me?” Vanessa asked, unable to hide the surge of delight as she gazed at the necklace.

She loved jewelry—especially pink diamond pieces.

“Of course it’s for you. Who else would he be buying for? Just take it! And when my brother asks, I’ll let him know I delivered it.” Serena grinned. Honestly, her brother was hopeless—always buying jewelry, but never around to give it himself.

Vanessa turned the necklace over in her hands, already picturing herself wearing it at the mayor’s wife’s charity gala on Saturday. It would be the perfect match for her evening gown. With all the city’s elite attending, this necklace would make sure she stood out and commanded respect.

“Then I’ll gladly accept it,” Vanessa said, slipping the box into her purse.