No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 660

Vanessa’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”

“Come on, spill it! I’m begging you. I even asked my brother, but he just brushed me off.” Serena knew her older brother’s personality all too well—romance was never his thing.

Vanessa’s gaze turned dreamy as she slipped into memory. “It was one of those rainy evenings…”

Instinctively, Serena leaned closer, eager to hear the story of her brother’s first love.

“I was only eighteen then, just a naive, starry-eyed girl, like anyone who dreams of their own fairy tale romance. I kept imagining my Prince Charming would appear on some cozy street corner, maybe in a little café—”

Her lips curled with nostalgia. “But it wasn’t a café at all. It was right outside an art gallery. I was clutching an armful of books, soaked to the skin, when suddenly someone held a big black umbrella over my head. I turned around, and there he was—your brother, in a black trench coat, looking exactly like a dark, brooding knight.”

Serena blinked in surprise. “My brother? Romantic? Now that’s hard to imagine!”

“That’s how we met,” Vanessa said softly. “He insisted on walking me home, and I asked for his number. He didn’t say no, and after a few more chance meetings, we just… clicked.” She took a delicate sip of her wine.

Swept up by the romance, Serena grinned. “So you two have all these beautiful memories. Sounds like love at first sight for my brother.”

“And then? What happened next?” Serena pressed.

“Well,” Vanessa looked a little shy, “we started dating—he’d take me out, show me new places, always brought my favorite flowers, and he’d pick me up after my art classes at college.”

Serena was surprised—she never imagined her brother could actually have a romantic bone in his body. He certainly never did any of that for Eleanor.

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