No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 460

Vanessa greeted Evelyn with a warm, gentle smile as she came downstairs, while Eleanor followed close behind.

At the foot of the staircase, Ian waited as Evelyn approached, just three steps away from him. He readied himself, and with a swift motion, scooped his daughter into his arms. Evelyn’s rosy cheek brushed against his chin as she grinned, “Daddy, Mom said you wouldn’t come tonight. Why are you here after all?”

Ian’s eyes darkened for a moment. He could hear the real meaning behind her words.

Eleanor hadn’t wanted him at tonight’s gathering.

Was she afraid he’d interrupt her evening with Xavier?

“Daddy, I gave Vivian my music box and she absolutely loved it!” Evelyn announced, her eyes bright with pride.

Ian tousled her hair affectionately. “You made a great choice.”

“Daddy, put me down! I want to go play with Vivian.” Evelyn squirmed out of his arms, her little legs kicking as she slipped away. She grabbed Vivian’s hand, and the two girls dashed off toward the living room, already giggling.

Eleanor watched her daughter go, then followed her down the stairs and after the girls. Ian’s gaze lingered on her until Henry’s cheerful voice interrupted, “Ian, come outside and have a drink with me!”

Ian nodded, and together they stepped out into the garden.

A long table stretched beneath the soft amber glow of string lights, the setting both elegant and inviting. Fine cutlery and sparkling wine glasses adorned the table, promising a memorable evening.

“Xavier’s gone down to the wine cellar to fetch us something special,” Henry said, trying to lighten the mood. He could sense the tension among their close-knit trio—something had shifted between them. Tonight, he was determined to bridge that gap.

Vanessa, seated beside Henry, smiled ruefully. “Too bad I can’t enjoy the good wine tonight.”

As he spoke, Ian’s grip tightened around his wine glass, the delicate stem pressing into his palm as though it might shatter at any moment.

The ease in Xavier’s answer—like he was calling for his own girlfriend, or even his wife—made something inside Ian twist.

Vanessa noticed Ian’s reaction from the corner of her eye, but she turned away, busying herself with Henry. “Wow, we’re in for a treat tonight. Everything looks incredible.”

“Doesn’t it?” Henry replied, raising his glass toward Ian. “Come on, Ian, let’s toast.”

Ian lifted his glass in a silent salute and took a long drink.

At that moment, Evelyn and Vivian burst into the garden, laughing, with Eleanor following behind. The two girls began to race around the table, their laughter ringing out into the night.