No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 529

Eleanor stared at the message on her phone, her face unreadable. She hadn’t planned to reply, but to keep Ian from showing up in person, she forced herself to type a quick response.

“Evelyn’s asleep. No need to come over.”

“I’ll stop by later,” Ian replied almost immediately.

Eleanor frowned, knowing there was no stopping him. Still, she needed a break herself. She splashed cold water on her face and settled onto the couch in her study, letting her eyes drift shut as fatigue crept in.

By five in the evening, the golden light of dusk washed over the garden. Princess, their golden retriever, suddenly snapped to attention, ears perked toward the gate. She sniffed the air, tail wagging, and let out a series of excited whimpers.

Joslyn, the housekeeper, heard the commotion and poked her head out the door. “What is it, Princess?”

The dog gave her a quick glance, then bounded toward the front gate. Joslyn’s eyes widened, a suspicion forming just as the doorbell chimed.

She hurried to the gate and glanced at the intercom screen, surprise flickering across her face. Mr. Goodwin?

She quickly unlocked the gate.

Ian stood outside, suit jacket draped over one arm, exhaustion etched into his features. “Is Evelyn awake yet?” he asked, voice low.

“She’s still sleeping,” Joslyn replied, stepping aside to let him in. “Mrs. Goodwin is resting in the study.”

Ian paused in the entryway, “She’s alone?”

“Yes, Mr. Ellington dropped them off earlier and left right after,” Joslyn answered honestly.

A trace of relief softened Ian’s expression. He strode toward the living room, and Joslyn called after him, “Sir, would you like to sit down? I’ll check if Evelyn’s awake.”

Ian waved her off. “No need. I’ll go myself.”

Joslyn hesitated, unsure if Mrs. Goodwin would approve, but before she could object, Ian was already heading up the stairs.

The study door stood open on the second floor. Ian paused in the doorway, squinting into the soft evening light. Eleanor was fast asleep, curled up on the couch, her head resting on her arm. Loose strands of hair framed her face, and, in sleep, the usual cool detachment softened into something almost childlike.

Ian pulled his gaze away and tiptoed toward the master bedroom.

He eased open the door. Evelyn lay sprawled on pale green sheets, her cheeks rosy with sleep. Ian padded over and watched her for a moment, his eyes gentle. He reached out to brush the sweat from her little forehead.

Evelyn stirred, her brows knitting, and then her eyes fluttered open. She blinked, unsure, and rubbed her eyes, voice thick with sleep and disbelief. “Daddy?”

For a moment, she thought she must be dreaming.

Eleanor cut her off. “No rush. Make it later.”

She’d allow Ian half an hour with their daughter, but she wasn’t about to extend a dinner invitation.

“Understood,” Joslyn replied, reading the message loud and clear.

It seemed Mrs. Goodwin’s resentment toward her husband ran even deeper than Joslyn had guessed. The thought of a reconciliation seemed more distant than ever.

When Eleanor finally came downstairs, Evelyn was already showing off her neatly tied hair and chattering excitedly to Ian, a new toy in hand.

“Daddy, look! Mr. Ellington brought me this dinosaur toy—it’s remote-controlled!” She demonstrated, her eyes shining.

Ian watched his daughter’s enthusiasm with a smile, but when his gaze landed on the nimble robotic dinosaur, a shadow flickered briefly across his eyes.

“Daddy, tomorrow Mommy’s taking me to the beach. Will you come with us?”

Ian hesitated, glancing at Eleanor.

“Evelyn, we’re not going to the beach after all,” Eleanor said quickly. “Something else came up.”