No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 789

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A shadow flickered in Henry’s eyes. Once again, he was a step too late. If only he could have been there for her first—would he have mattered more to her then?

“He really does care about you,” Henry said quietly. He’d seen it for himself: whenever Vanessa had even the slightest ache or pain, Ian’s concern was written all over his face.

Even when it came to something as trivial as a drink, Ian kept a strict watch over her, as if Vanessa were a priceless piece of art and he wouldn’t allow the tiniest scratch.

Vanessa pressed her lips together in a small smile and gestured for him to relax. “There’s some tea over there—help yourself.”

Henry glanced at the glass of water beside him, picked it up, and took a sip. Vanessa stopped him, her voice flustered. “Wait—that’s mine—”

He’d already heard her, but finished drinking anyway. He smiled at her, teasing, “Do you mind?”

Vanessa’s cheeks turned faintly pink as she dropped her gaze. “Of course not. I’m just grateful you came to see me.”

At that moment, Gavin walked in, carrying a takeout bag from an upscale restaurant. Noticing Henry, he greeted him a bit awkwardly, “Mr. Holt. I didn’t realize you were here.”

“Gavin, where’s Ian?” Henry asked before he could stop himself.

“Mr. Goodwin had to go back to the office. He asked me to bring this over,” Gavin replied, lifting the bag.

Vanessa looked up with a bright smile. “Thank you for running the errand, Gavin.”

“It’s nothing,” Gavin said, then added, “Mr. Goodwin also insisted you eat a proper meal.” He hesitated, recalling how stern Ian had sounded—almost angry, as though he blamed Vanessa for skipping meals.

Of course, Ian’s overbearing tone was only because he was worried—Vanessa had fainted earlier from low blood sugar.

Another wave of melancholy swept through Henry. Sitting here now, he felt almost foolish.

Ian’s concern always shattered Henry’s illusions. He had to admit: among the three of them, Ian had endured the most. He was sharp, ruthless, and had pulled Goodwin & Co. back from the brink of collapse, elevating himself to heights neither Henry’s nor Xavier’s families could match.