No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 947

The color drained further from Vanessa's face. She looked at Henry—his smile was bright, his gaze gentle, but she knew something had changed.

And it was all because of Selma Quigley.

Henry grew flustered under her intense stare. He scratched the back of his head. "Vanessa, what's gotten into you today? You seem so down. Did something happen with you and Ian?"

Just then, the housekeeper brought over a bowl of porridge and set it on the coffee table. "Miss Shannon, your food is ready."

"Thank you, just leave it there," Vanessa said. She then tried to reach for the bowl but gasped in pain.

"What's wrong?" Henry asked immediately.

Vanessa sank back into the sofa and gently lifted the sleeve of her sweater, revealing the fresh wound and the shocking, dark bruise that covered the entire crook of her arm.

Henry grabbed her wrist, his voice sharp with worry. "What is this?"

Vanessa tried to pull her arm back, but he held on tighter. "Tell me what happened. How did you get this?"

"Henry… please don't ask," she said, turning her face away.

"Fine, I won't ask," he relented with a sigh. "But you need to rest. And if you need anything, you have to tell me."

Vanessa frowned. This wasn't the Henry she knew.

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