No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 383

Eleanor and Joel made their way to the busiest shopping street in Kingston.

The night was alive with neon lights and crowds weaving along the sidewalk.

Eleanor stepped into a charming toy store, carefully browsing for a gift for her daughter. Evelyn already had a mountain of toys, so every time Eleanor picked out something new, she found herself agonizing over the choice.

She wondered what kind of toy would actually delight her daughter this time.

“How about this one? Looks like it just came out,” Eleanor said, picking up a singing robot toy that could also chat and dance.

She checked its features and smiled. “This one’s great. I think Evelyn will love it.”

Before she could say more, Joel had already picked up the toy and was heading toward the counter.

“Joel!” Eleanor hurried after him.

Joel had the cashier ring it up and presented his phone to pay.

Just as Eleanor was about to protest, the cashier—quick on the uptake—scanned Joel’s code without hesitation.

Eleanor couldn’t help but laugh, resigned. “Joel, you really shouldn’t spend money on this.”

“It’s been a while since I got Evelyn a present,” Joel replied. “Let this one be from me.”

“Thank you,” Eleanor said warmly.

They left the shop with the gift and caught a cab back toward the guesthouse at the Military Medical University. Down on the lawn, they spotted Byron playing soccer with a group of his men. They called Joel over to join, and he happily accepted.

Inside the lobby, Eleanor ran into Garrison. He noticed her arrival and greeted her. “Miss Sutton, just getting back?”

“Yes, I went out to pick up a toy for my daughter,” Eleanor replied with a smile.

Garrison wasn’t surprised—Mansfield Ellington had already filled him in on Eleanor’s situation.

“I was hoping to chat with you, but it’s getting late. Let’s catch up tomorrow if you have time,” Garrison said.

“Sure, see you then.”

Eleanor brought the toy up to her room, took a shower, and settled on the couch to review her research proposal. Out on the empty lawn below, she could still hear the men cheering each other on as they played soccer, even at eleven o’clock.

Eventually, drowsiness overtook her and she went to bed.

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The next morning, Eleanor headed down to the dining hall at seven thirty. Byron and Joel were already seated, eating breakfast. Eleanor grabbed a tray and sat with them.

“Did either of you see Mr. Goodwin last night? I have an urgent document for him to sign, but he wasn’t in his room,” asked Laird, Byron’s assistant.

“Didn’t Mr. Goodwin leave in a black Land Rover last night? He must’ve had other plans.”

“With someone in Mr. Goodwin’s position, I imagine there’s a line out the door to meet him,” someone else chimed in.

Suddenly, Byron shot his men a look, signaling them to drop the subject.

They fell silent, remembering that Eleanor was Ian’s ex-wife and not wanting to make things awkward.

His eyes darkened as he strode toward the conference room.

At nine on the dot, the military representatives arrived. Mr. Black surveyed the room. “Today, we’ll finalize the schedule for the experiment.”

Eleanor switched on the projector and began presenting the revised plan. Her professional delivery earned her another round of applause. When she finished, Mr. Black nodded in approval. “Let’s move forward with this. Animal testing will begin next week.”

As the meeting ended, people began to file out.

Joel found Eleanor to let her know he’d booked their flight for three that afternoon, and that they still had a little time to coordinate with the military team.

The follow-up meeting ran until one-thirty, after which the group hurried to the airport. Ian didn’t go with them.

After a two-hour flight, they landed in Ashford City, where a company car met them and took them back downtown. As soon as Eleanor got home, she went to pick up her daughter.

Evelyn was thrilled with her new toy. When Eleanor told her it was from Joel, Evelyn’s eyes went wide in surprise. Hugging her gift, she exclaimed, “I love the present Mr. Kingsley gave me!”

At eight that evening, Eleanor’s doorbell rang.

Joslyn looked up, surprised. “Who could that be this late?”

Just then, Princess—who’d been dozing nearby—suddenly leapt to her feet, barking excitedly at the door, her tail wagging furiously until she was practically whining with joy.

Evelyn’s eyes sparkled. “It’s Daddy! I know it’s Daddy. Come on, Princess, let’s go see!”

Eleanor ran a hand through her hair in exasperation, arms folded as she stepped into the yard. Joslyn had just opened the door, and Ian’s tall frame appeared in the doorway.