No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 665

“Thank you.” Eleanor flashed her a friendly smile, instantly warming to her.

Before the assistant could show Eleanor to her seat, her phone rang and she hurried off to take the call. Left to find her own way, Eleanor scanned the room—and suddenly, she spotted Vanessa.

Vanessa was deep in conversation with two impeccably dressed women. The lighting caught on the pale pink snowflake-shaped diamond necklace at her throat, making it the centerpiece of her outfit and perfectly complementing her champagne-colored evening gown.

At that moment, Vanessa looked up and met Eleanor’s gaze. She’d half expected Eleanor to attend tonight; after all, Eleanor had a close relationship with Mrs. Ellington, and the fundraiser was for leukemia research.

Still, Vanessa was confident in her own uniqueness. Eleanor might be special, but so was she—irreplaceable in her own right.

She let a faint smile curl her lips, and as if worried Eleanor might have missed the necklace, Vanessa casually ran her fingers along her collarbone, drawing attention to the sparkling pendant.

Just then, the assistant who’d been called away returned. Spotting Eleanor, she gestured politely. “Miss Sutton, please—your seat is this way.”

Vanessa’s gaze followed them, and her smile faltered for a split second. Second row? Eleanor was actually seated in the second row?

In these circles, nothing mattered more than status—and the seating arrangement tonight had been personally approved by Mrs. Ellington.

For Eleanor to be placed in the second row spoke volumes about her standing in Mrs. Ellington’s eyes.

Vanessa’s thoughts flickered back to Mrs. Ellington’s last dinner party, when Eleanor’s unexpected appearance had stolen the spotlight. Even now, the memory rankled.

No sooner had Eleanor taken her seat than she drew the attention of neighboring guests. Someone extended a hand. “Hello, Miss Sutton. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hello.” Eleanor smiled warmly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed another guest approaching. She looked up, and for a moment, she was utterly stunned.

—Mansfield?

A few nearby guests glanced in their direction. Mansfield coughed lightly, trying to mask his embarrassment and composed himself.

Not that anyone had overheard his flirting—every pair of eyes was simply drawn to his striking good looks.

A little further back, Vanessa had been shown to a third-row seat, just a few places away from Eleanor. She immediately recognized the man sitting beside Eleanor—the same young man she’d seen in uniform at the last event.

Just how close were Eleanor and this man? Their easy rapport suggested a familiarity that piqued Vanessa’s curiosity.

Who was he, this man whose looks and presence rivaled even Ian’s? What was his relationship with Eleanor?

For now, all Vanessa could do was speculate. Curious, she snapped a discreet photo with her phone and sent it to Henry. If anyone could identify him, it would be Henry.

“Henry, do you know this man?”