No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 316

“I don’t want to go to bed yet! I want to wait and sleep with Daddy,” Evelyn pouted, then burst into a giggle as she threw herself into his arms. The camera spun for a moment before settling on Ian’s expression—helpless, but utterly indulgent.

It was clear: Evelyn was tucked securely in his embrace.

Ian’s gaze drifted to his phone, and through the screen, his eyes briefly met Eleanor’s.

He froze for a split second, then his features smoothed out as if nothing had happened.

He shifted his position, and as he moved, his shirt tightened, outlining the strong lines of his chest.

“It’s late, sweetheart. If you don’t go to bed now, you’ll never grow tall!” Ian teased, gently pinching his daughter’s cheek, his voice impossibly soft.

He turned his attention back to the phone. “You’re still up too?” he asked.

Eleanor’s voice came through the video, cool and clipped. “I was just about to go to bed.”

Just then, Ian’s phone rang. Evelyn piped up loudly, “Daddy, you have a call! It’s Miss Vanessa—”

The video call cut off abruptly.

Eleanor wasn’t sure if her daughter had accidentally hung up, or if Ian had ended the call himself.

Her breath caught. Was Ian inviting Vanessa to spend the night at his place?

The thought sent a hot surge of anger through her chest. If he didn’t have time to be there for his daughter, then he had no right to take her away.

Fuming, Eleanor dialed Ian’s number. The screen showed he was already on another call.

Jaw clenched, she got up, changed quickly, and headed out the door. She was going to get her daughter back.

“Ma’am, where are you going at this hour?” Joslyn, already in her pajamas, looked at Eleanor in startled confusion as she rushed for the door.

“I’m going to bring Evelyn home,” Eleanor said, grabbing her car keys from the entryway and storming outside.

The night air struck her face, sharp with winter’s chill.

She yanked open the car door and slid into the driver’s seat, her fingers trembling with anger—she hadn’t been this furious in years.

With a roar, her white Cayenne shot out of the garage like an arrow. Eleanor gripped the steering wheel, her daughter’s innocent voice echoing in her mind—“Miss Vanessa”—and a heavy ache pressed against her chest.

“Damn it!” she muttered, slamming her fist against the wheel, barely holding it together.

She rolled down her window, letting the cold wind whip through the car, desperate to clear the ugly images spinning in her head. Vanessa, spending the night at the Goodwin house? While Evelyn was there? How could Ian?

Even if he had his needs—couldn’t he restrain himself for just one night?

Eleanor pressed harder on the gas, the speedometer climbing quickly past fifty miles an hour.

The car’s Bluetooth chimed.

Ian was calling.

She jabbed the answer button.

His voice filled the car, clear and steady. “Did you just try to call me?”

“I’m coming to take Evelyn home,” Eleanor replied, her voice icy.

She stared at him, then let out a humorless laugh. “You seriously don’t know why? Move.”

He scowled. “Vanessa isn’t here.”

Eleanor’s eyes flashed with anger. “Ian, you can do whatever you want with her, but don’t flaunt it in front of my daughter. If you do, I swear you’ll never see Evelyn again.”

With that, Eleanor headed upstairs.

She gently woke her daughter, who blinked up in surprise. “Mommy? What are you doing here?”

“I came to bring you home,” Eleanor said softly.

“Why?”

“I can’t sleep without you in my arms,” Eleanor replied, ruffling her daughter’s hair.

Evelyn hugged her neck. “Then I’ll go home with you, Mommy!”

“Good girl.” Eleanor kissed her, helped her into her coat, and carried her downstairs. In the hallway, Ian watched them, his expression unreadable. “Let me drive you two home,” he offered, voice low.

“No, thanks,” Eleanor said flatly.

“Bye, Daddy!” Evelyn waved her little hand.

Ian didn’t try to stop them. He walked them to the car, watching as Evelyn climbed into her car seat. His gaze lingered on Eleanor. “Drive safe.”

Eleanor pressed the gas pedal, desperate to put as much distance between herself and Ian as she could.