No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 925

Ian's footsteps halted at the door, his back stiffening. He didn't answer right away.

"Tell me," Xavier pressed, his chest rising and falling visibly. "Are you trying to win her back?"

Ian slowly turned, his gaze falling on Xavier's face. "Does it matter?"

Xavier met his gaze, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "It matters to me." He took a deep breath. "Ian, if you've decided to reconcile with her, then treat her right. Don't do anything to hurt her again. But if you have no intention of doing that…" He paused, his voice taking on an almost pleading tone. "Then give other people a chance, will you?"

Looking at his tormented friend on the sofa, Ian finally spoke. "Xavier, Eleanor already likes someone."

As Xavier's head snapped up, Ian's voice came out low and steady, twisting the knife. "And it's not you."

Pain filled Xavier's bloodshot eyes. "It's him, isn't it? Mansfield."

Ian's gaze darkened as he gave a slight nod. "On New Year's Eve, Mansfield was at Eleanor's house."

To Xavier's ears, the implication was clear: Mansfield had spent the night. His pupils constricted, the answer striking him like a physical blow. Mansfield. His family's influence was immense, his background untouchable, and he himself was a man of impeccable character. He was so perfect it could make anyone feel inadequate.

Xavier nodded, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Is that so? Well, it seems Eleanor has good taste. She picked an outstanding man." He then looked up at Ian. "And what about you?"

Ian's eyes narrowed. "Whatever my feelings for Eleanor are, they don't matter anymore. She's made her choice, and we should both respect it. Get some rest."

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