No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 428

Eleanor followed her daughter's small finger, her voice gentle. "That's the North Star," she explained.

Footsteps sounded behind them. Startled, Eleanor turned to see Mansfield Ellington approaching in his usual attire. He offered them a warm smile. "I just finished up. What are you two looking at?"

"Mr. Ellington, we're watching the stars. Look—that's the North Star," Evelyn piped up, eager to show off her newfound knowledge.

Mansfield beamed at her. "Very clever, Evelyn."

Eleanor watched her daughter cover her mouth, suddenly shy at the praise, and felt her own lips curve upward in a smile she couldn't suppress.

"Looks like you're in a good mood tonight," Mansfield remarked, glancing at Eleanor.

She didn't bother to hide it. "I am. Very much so."

Mansfield met her eyes, his gaze thoughtful in the starlight. "I hope I'm part of the reason for that."

Eleanor blinked, surprised, then let out a soft laugh. "Of course, Major General Ellington. You've been so thoughtful and considerate. I truly appreciate it."

His eyes seemed even deeper beneath the stars. "Just call me Mansfield."

Eleanor nodded, unembarrassed, and said clearly, "Mansfield."

He grinned, perfect white teeth flashing—a smile both handsome and disarming.

As the night deepened, the three of them strolled leisurely back toward the villa.

Mansfield kept a respectful distance, stopping at the garden gate rather than following them inside. He bid them goodnight there.

"Goodbye, Mr. Ellington!" Evelyn called, waving her little hand.

"See you tomorrow," he replied.

Eleanor and Evelyn stepped into the villa's cozy living room. Mansfield lingered in the yard for a moment, watching their lighted windows before heading back to his own quarters. On his way, he glanced up and caught a streak of silver—a shooting star blazing briefly across the night sky.

He'd never believed in wishes or superstitions, but in that quiet moment, Mansfield closed his eyes and silently made a wish.

***

Morning arrived.

It was already Eleanor's fifth day as a consultant here, and Garrison's experiment was drawing to a close. Everything was going smoothly.

Eleanor stood at the observation deck, watching the final results. Garrison approached and handed her a cup of coffee. "The results are better than we hoped, all thanks to your expertise, Miss Sutton."

"It was your team's excellent cooperation," Eleanor replied, accepting the coffee with a smile. "Once the last details are wrapped up, it'll be time for me to head home."

Not wanting to delay her, Garrison nodded. "I've asked Mansfield to make arrangements for your trip back to Ashford City."

On the sixth day, with the project finished, Mansfield took leave from work so he could personally escort Eleanor and her daughter back to the city—a detail he kept to himself.

It wasn't until the morning of the seventh day, with Eleanor’s bags packed, that Mansfield arrived to help carry their luggage to the airstrip.

With Evelyn in hand and Decker, who had done an outstanding job assisting, accompanying them, they boarded the plane together.

Eleanor turned to her daughter. "Evelyn, say goodbye to Mr. Ellington."

"Goodbye, Mr. Ellington!"

But when Ian saw Mansfield disembark with Eleanor and Evelyn, his eyes darkened a shade.

"Daddy!" Evelyn shouted with glee.

Ian strode forward and swept his daughter into his arms, gaze lingering on Mansfield. "Major General Ellington. We meet again."

Just then, a military-green SUV screeched to a halt nearby and a young officer poked his head out. "Boss, am I late?"

Mansfield smiled. "Right on time." Turning to Eleanor, he asked, "Which car would you like to take back into the city?"

Eleanor didn’t hesitate. "Yours."

"Mommy, what about me?" Evelyn piped up.

"You'll come with me in Mr. Ellington’s car," Eleanor told her.

Evelyn wriggled in her father’s arms. "Daddy, I want to ride with Mr. Ellington!"

Ian’s grip tightened slightly. "How about riding with Daddy, Evelyn?"

Eleanor stepped forward, arms out. "Evelyn, come to Mommy."

Evelyn reached eagerly for her mother. Seeing Ian reluctant to let go, Eleanor assertively took her daughter from his arms and walked toward Mansfield’s SUV.

Mansfield gave Ian a polite nod. "Mr. Goodwin, we’ll head off first, then."

As Mansfield’s car drove away, the wind swept across the runway. Ian stood motionless, tall and solitary—a lone wolf who would never bow his head.