No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 481

As Xavier approached, Joy grinned. “Mr. Vaughn, do you play golf?”

Xavier nodded, a hint of confidence in his smile. “I do.”

“Perfect! Teach Eleanor, would you? She hasn’t managed to hit a single ball so far,” Joy teased.

Eleanor felt her cheeks flush. “Joy!” She turned to Xavier in surprise. “What brings you here?”

Xavier’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at her. “Just happened to be in the area, thought I’d unwind a little.”

Joy bit back a laugh—she didn’t buy that excuse for a second. Still, his timing couldn’t have been better.

Xavier glanced at Eleanor’s awkward grip on the club. “Never played before?”

Eleanor shook her head. “First time.”

Xavier looked genuinely surprised. Ian was a skilled golfer; he would’ve thought Eleanor had spent enough time with her husband over the past six years to pick up the sport.

Just then, across the green, Vanessa swung her club with practiced ease. Her ball arced gracefully through the air—clearly, she wasn’t new to this.

Xavier pulled his gaze away from Vanessa and turned back to Eleanor. “Would you mind if I showed you?”

“Of course not, Mr. Vaughn! Please, teach her—she’s been wishing someone would!” Joy jumped in before Eleanor could answer.

Eleanor shot her friend a playful glare. Joy just grinned, stepping back. “All yours, Mr. Vaughn.”

Xavier looked to Eleanor, noticing her embarrassment. She hadn’t agreed, but she wasn’t exactly refusing, either.

He stepped closer. “Let me show you the proper stance.”

Eleanor nodded. Xavier moved behind her, his arms reaching around to rest his hands over hers on the club. “Relax your wrists, like this—”

“Hey! Ian!” Vanessa hurried after him.

Henry caught up and grabbed her wrist. “Vanessa, don’t go over there.”

She looked down at his hand, shrugged him off, and picked up her pace to follow Ian.

Henry frowned, sighing as he trailed after her.

Ian stopped just a couple of yards from Eleanor, dropping his golf bag with a thud. The noise startled both Xavier and Eleanor, who turned around in surprise.

Eleanor frowned and looked away, annoyed. She’d just made a decent shot and was eager to try again.

“Xavier, does this look right?” she asked, determined to focus on her lesson.