No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 533

Joy reached out gently. “Ellie, you can’t let one failed marriage—”

Eleanor’s gaze was clear and calm. “I really enjoy the pace of life I have now. Xavier’s helped me a lot, and I’m grateful for that. Mansfield Ellington is a wonderful friend, and Joel has always been a wise mentor. But relationships aren’t something you can force.”

Joy knew Eleanor well. She simply didn’t know how to turn people down, nor did she want to hurt anyone.

So, when someone tried to get close and offered her warmth, all she felt was overwhelmed and deeply thankful—never quite sure what to do with those feelings.

“If you met the right person, would you really just let it pass you by?” Joy asked softly, her concern plain to see.

Eleanor set her coffee cup down, her eyes warm but resolute. “Joy, I’m in a good place. It’s not that I’m afraid of marriage—I just know exactly what I want.”

Jumping into a relationship just for the sake of it, Eleanor thought, would be unfair to everyone involved.

Besides, she had a daughter to think about. There was no way she could give herself fully to someone else; her daughter would always come first.

Joy smiled. “Exactly. After a divorce, you have to learn to love yourself first. You can still have a wonderful life on your own, you know.”

Eleanor nodded. Joy had voiced exactly what she felt.

It was nearing eight o’clock when they parted ways. As Eleanor stepped out, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the caller ID—Mansfield Ellington. For a moment, she hesitated.

“Hello? Mansfield?”

“I’m outside your place. Could you come out for a minute? There’s something I’d like to say to you in person.”

Eleanor actually had something to discuss with him, too. “Sure. I’m out right now, but I’ll be home in ten minutes.”

“I’ll wait.”

Mansfield took a deep breath. “I’ve just received an urgent assignment. I’ll be overseas for a while.” His eyes were intense and unwavering. “Before I go, there are some things I wanted to say to you in person.”

Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat at the word “overseas.” Her mind flashed to troubled, war-torn countries, and a knot tightened in her chest. “Is it dangerous?”

He smiled, brushing off her concern. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

She hesitated, but the truth was clear—wherever Mansfield was needed, danger was never far behind.

“For a while, I probably won’t be able to text or call much. So… don’t forget about me, alright?” Mansfield shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to sound lighthearted.

Eleanor understood the message behind his words. He was heading somewhere risky.

She looked up, meeting his eyes, her voice soft but unwavering. “Promise me you’ll come back safe. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee I’ll remember you.”