No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 540

Ian knelt down to catch his daughter and ruffled her hair with a gentle hand. “Evelyn, you were fantastic tonight.”

“Mrs. Goodwin,” the stage manager called over, “you can take Evelyn to the front to watch the rest of the show. When the last child finishes performing, just bring her backstage again.”

Eleanor nodded. As she turned, she saw Ian already heading out with Evelyn in his arms, so she followed them to the auditorium. Evelyn nestled comfortably with Ian, watching the next performers from his lap.

Up at the judges' table, Vanessa glanced back and flashed Evelyn a warm smile.

Evelyn waved her little hand in return, then soon wandered back to Eleanor’s side, where her mother offered her some water and a small snack.

All fifteen children took their turns onstage, and after the judges tallied their scores, Evelyn was awarded second place.

As the three winners lined up to accept their prizes, Evelyn, the smallest of them, stood out. To everyone’s surprise, Vanessa herself stepped forward to present the awards.

Crouching down, Vanessa handed Evelyn a silver trophy and whispered something. Evelyn, with a delighted pout, leaned in and kissed Vanessa on the cheek.

Seeing this, Eleanor’s anger flared—she nearly marched up onstage herself, but managed to rein in her emotions.

She turned to glare at Ian, just as he looked her way. In the dim light, Eleanor’s icy resentment shot straight at him; Ian’s gaze was unreadable, something complicated and distant.

A little later, Eleanor led Joslyn backstage, holding Evelyn’s hand. After exchanging a few words with the staff, they made their way out.

In the corridor by the exit, Xavier waited with Vivian, who hugged a bouquet of flowers. When she saw Eleanor and Evelyn, Vivian hurried over, holding out the blossoms. “Evelyn, these are for you!”

“Thank you, Vivian!” Evelyn beamed, hugging her friend.

“You did a wonderful job tonight,” Xavier said, smiling down at Evelyn. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Vaughn,” Evelyn replied politely.

Eleanor turned to Xavier, gratitude in her voice. “Thank you for the flowers.”

Xavier’s gaze softened as he looked at her. “No need to thank me—it’s the least I could do.” He added, with a meaningful glance, “To me, Evelyn and Vivian are like my own daughters.”

Before Eleanor could respond, a deep voice sounded behind them. “Xavier, when did you get back?”

“If you’re going to the parking lot, let’s walk together,” Xavier offered.

Eleanor nodded, taking Evelyn’s hand as they left. Evelyn called back, “Daddy, hurry up!”

“Let’s hold hands, Evelyn!” Vivian said, reaching out as they went down the steps.

The two adults and two girls strolled hand in hand, the picture of a happy family.

Ian lingered in the corridor, watching them from above as the golden light of sunset streamed through the stone pillars, stretching his shadow across the floor. He ran his fingers absentmindedly along his suit sleeve, longing to join them. But the memory of Eleanor’s cold, hateful glare rooted him to the spot.

Meanwhile, in a van pulling out of the parking lot, Vanessa spotted Ian by the pillars and told the driver to stop. She stepped out, gathering her flowing dress, and glided toward Ian like a butterfly, her hair and skirt catching the last rays of sun.

From her car, Eleanor caught sight of Vanessa hurrying across the plaza to Ian, her gown billowing, her face aglow with a smile—a princess dashing toward her beloved prince.

Not wanting her daughter to witness this, Eleanor pressed down on the accelerator and sped away.