No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 466

His gaze drifted to Eleanor, standing a few steps away and busy taking photos of the kids with her phone.

Mrs. Vaughn helped her granddaughter slice the cake, then carefully divided it up. Evelyn carried the first plate to Eleanor and then brought the second plate to Ian. “Here you go, Daddy.”

Vanessa had half-expected Evelyn might bring her a plate, too, but when she looked over, Evelyn was already happily digging in. Once again, the thought flashed through Vanessa’s mind: Ungrateful little wretch—no matter how much you give her, she’ll never give anything back.

She’d spent so much precious time trying to get close to that child, but in the end, it was all for nothing.

Ian took just a couple of bites before setting his plate down. He turned to his daughter. “Are you coming home with Dad tonight, or with Mom?”

“With Mom!” Evelyn blinked up at him, as if he’d asked the silliest question in the world.

Though Ian looked a bit frustrated, he still reached over and affectionately tapped her little nose. “Alright then.”

He glanced up at Eleanor, standing beneath the warm lights, his expression shadowed by something unreadable. After a brief pause, he turned and walked away.

Vanessa hadn’t touched her cake. She grabbed her purse and followed after Ian.

Henry caught sight of them as they left, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes. Just then, his aunt sat down beside him. “So, who was that young woman? What’s your relationship with her?”

“We’re just friends,” Henry replied.

Sybil had been watching closely. She could tell her nephew had feelings for Eleanor. She patted his shoulder. “It’s the twenty-first century, darling. If you like her, go for it. You have my full support.”

Henry managed a wry smile. Some things weren’t that simple. He respected the unspoken rule between brothers—whoever came first had the claim.

When Evelyn finished her cake, Eleanor decided it was time to leave.

Xavier came over. “Heading out already?”

Henry crouched down to Evelyn’s level. “Evelyn, would you mind grabbing another piece of cake for your uncle?”

Evelyn’s face lit up. “Sure, okay!” She dashed back toward the house.

Henry slipped his hands into his pockets, studying Eleanor. “Eleanor, we’re friends, aren’t we? There’s something I don’t understand—why are you playing with Xavier’s feelings?”

Eleanor frowned, clearly confused. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Eleanor, I’m asking you, please—don’t let your personal grudges come between us as brothers.”

“Personal grudges?” Eleanor looked even more bewildered.

“You and Ian have been divorced less than a year, and now you’re seeing his best friend—” Henry stopped himself, then fixed her with a warning look. “If you want to get back at Ian, fine. Just don’t use Xavier as a pawn.”