No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 186

As soon as they arrived home, a heavy rain began to pour. Xavier opened his umbrella and stepped out of the car, shielding them from the downpour. But with only one umbrella for two children and two adults, it was obvious they couldn't all stay dry.

Xavier held the umbrella over the kids, stretching his arm to cover Eleanor's head as best he could. By the time they made it through the front gate and into the foyer, Eleanor glanced back and realized Xavier was completely soaked.

The two children dashed off into the living room to play. Eleanor, moved by Xavier's kindness, looked at him and said, "Mr. Vaughn, you're drenched."

"It's alright. I'll head home and take a hot shower," Xavier replied with a warm smile, then turned and disappeared into the rain.

Eleanor watched him go, a wave of gratitude stirring inside her. She wasn't made of stone; of course she noticed the care and attention Xavier showed her.

But…

She sighed softly and turned away.

Meanwhile, Xavier got into his car, driving off into the curtain of rain. He didn't notice that, a short distance behind him, a black Rolls-Royce glimmered through the storm.

Ian hadn't just arrived. He'd rushed to the school earlier and had seen Eleanor holding their daughter's hand as she got into Xavier's car. He'd followed them back, watching from afar as Xavier braved the storm, shielding the two kids and guarding Eleanor with his arm. He watched the four of them disappear through the garden gate.

When you love someone, even if you never admit it—no matter how you mask it with words or hide it behind your eyes—sometimes, in one unguarded moment, that feeling slips through.

Ian's hand clenched the steering wheel, his knuckles growing white with tension.

A few minutes later, Ian's car pulled away.

Back inside, Eleanor sat on the sofa with her iPad, skimming through emails. Jude Vaughn had just sent over the latest blueprints for the experimental facility, inviting the research team to visit in the next few days to check the new equipment.

Once the new research project kicked off, they'd be moving to the new lab base. Eleanor was already looking forward to it.

By eight-thirty, Xavier came back over. The storm had passed; the air was calm and fresh. He brought along a new toy, which made Evelyn light up with happiness. "Thank you, Mr. Vaughn!" she beamed.

Just then, a private message popped up from Coco's mom. Eleanor opened it.

"Mrs. Goodwin, sorry to bother you, but can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" Eleanor replied.

"I was just wondering—are you a single parent? I never see Evelyn's dad pick her up from school," Coco's mom asked.

Eleanor immediately understood—Coco's mom was sizing up the competition, trying to find out if she'd have to compete with Eleanor for Xavier's attention.

Wanting to avoid any unnecessary drama, Eleanor responded, "No, my daughter's father is just very busy with work. He rarely has time to pick her up."

"Oh, I see! And are you and Vivian's uncle close?"