No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 530

“But I really want to go.” Evelyn tipped her small face upward, eyes shining with hope. After speaking, she scampered over to Eleanor, tugging at her sleeve with a pleading look. “Please, Mom, I really want to go—”

Eleanor looked down and met her daughter’s imploring gaze, lost for words.

If it were just her and Evelyn, she’d agree in a heartbeat. But if Ian insisted on coming along—

She’d much rather stay home with Evelyn than go anywhere with him.

Ian, sharp as ever, picked up on Eleanor’s resistance. He turned to their daughter. “Why don’t you go play outside with Princess for a while? I need to talk to your mom.”

Evelyn nodded, scooping up her robotic dinosaur and heading to the backyard. As soon as she disappeared, Ian stood and fixed Eleanor with a steady look. “I’m free tomorrow. I could—”

“That’s not necessary.” Eleanor cut him off, her tone icy. “Even if you’re free, don’t interfere with my life.”

Ian frowned. “Just this once. For Evelyn.”

“Not even once.” Her refusal was absolute.

“You don’t want me to come?” Ian’s voice took on a meaning she couldn’t quite decipher. “Or would you rather have Mansfield Ellington take her?”

Eleanor let out a cold laugh. “Who I spend time with is none of your business.”

“You’re seeing him now?” Ian arched an eyebrow. “You two are that close already?”

Eleanor was about to snap back when, suddenly, a wail came from the steps outside. Eleanor immediately bolted from the foyer and found Evelyn sprawled on the ground, crying. Heart aching, Eleanor scooped her up. “Where did you hurt yourself? Let me see.”

Ian knelt beside them, carefully inspecting Evelyn’s scraped little knees.

Sniffling, Evelyn held out her arms. “Daddy, hold me…”

Ian gently took Evelyn from Eleanor’s embrace and carried her back inside. Joslyn quickly appeared with the first aid kit.

Ian cleaned and bandaged Evelyn’s knees with practiced hands.

Eleanor averted her gaze. She couldn’t deny it—her daughter really did rely on Ian as her father.

“Daddy, Mommy, were you two fighting just now?” Evelyn looked up at them, her voice small.

Both Eleanor and Ian froze. Had they really been that loud?

“We weren’t fighting, honey,” Ian said softly. “We were just talking about something.”

“Then… can we all go to the beach together tomorrow?” Evelyn’s tear-streaked face turned toward them, full of hope.

When Eleanor didn’t answer right away, Evelyn suddenly burst into tears again. “I haven’t gone to the beach with both of you in so long. All the other kids get to go with their moms and dads, but I never do…”

The next morning, right on time, Ian showed up at Eleanor’s door. He wore a crisp black-and-white tracksuit—a white T-shirt, black joggers. The usual sharpness in his demeanor was softened, making him look almost approachable.

“Daddy!” Evelyn squealed, throwing herself into his arms.

Eleanor followed behind, face frosty, carrying a tote full of beach toys.

After about an hour and a half’s drive, they arrived at the shore. Evelyn grabbed Ian’s hand, practically dragging him toward the sand in excitement.

Just then, Eleanor’s phone rang—a foreign number. She frowned and picked up. “Hello?”

“Eleanor, is Ian with you? Can you hand him the phone? It’s urgent.” Vanessa’s voice crackled down the line.

Eleanor’s face darkened in annoyance. “If you want to talk to him, don’t call me.”

“He told me he’d be home with Evelyn for the holidays. I figured you’d be together.”

Eleanor hung up without another word.

Immediately, a text from Vanessa appeared: “Eleanor, Ian’s feelings for Evelyn are purely paternal. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

Without hesitation, Eleanor blocked the number.