No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 635

At first, Eleanor had been worried about him. But the more she watched Mansfield, the more obvious it became that he wasn’t truly in pain—he was putting on a show. She saw right through it.

With a quiet sigh, she said, “Alright, that’s enough. Drop the act.”

Mansfield’s hand, which had been pressed melodramatically over his chest, froze mid-gesture. He looked up and offered a sheepish smile. “Caught me, did you?”

“Sophia’s a good woman,” Eleanor said bluntly. “Bright, outgoing, and accomplished.”

Mansfield nodded, conceding the point. “She really is. It’s just—”

He met Eleanor’s gaze, eyes suddenly thoughtful. Eleanor didn’t look away. “It’s obvious she cares about you,” she said.

“You’ve got it wrong,” Mansfield replied, correcting her gently. “What she feels is just a bit of hero worship for her instructor, nothing more.”

Eleanor’s intuition disagreed. She smiled faintly. “I saw her just now, when she chased after you. The way she looked at you—it was pure concern.”

Mansfield glanced at her, then asked abruptly, “What about you? Who’s on your mind these days?”

Eleanor blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. She answered honestly, “Right now, it’s just my daughter and my work.”

The room fell quiet for a moment. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, warming the pale walls. Mansfield watched her for a while before finally speaking again. “I get it,” he said softly.

Then he smiled. “But don’t forget—you promised you’d have me over for cake on my birthday. No backing out.” He paused, then added, “Just a friendly get-together.”

Eleanor looked up at him. “You once said that if you met the right person, you’d consider settling down.”

“And who says I’m not considering it?” Mansfield grinned, raising an eyebrow. “But don’t feel pressured. Treat me as a friend—that’s all I ask.”

Mrs. Ellington gave him a reassuring smile. “Give it time. Eleanor’s come out of a rough marriage. She needs space, that’s all. There’s no rush.”

Mansfield’s smile brightened. “I know. I’m willing to wait for her.”

Seeing her nephew’s calm resolve, Mrs. Ellington felt reassured. He’d always been determined; when he set his mind to something, he usually found a way.

…

Vaughn Group, 3 p.m. Xavier’s assistant led Gavin to the executive office.

Inside, Xavier was in the middle of a meeting with several senior managers.

“Excuse me, Mr. Vaughn. Sorry to interrupt—Mr. Goodwin asked me to return your suit,” Gavin said, holding out a suit neatly wrapped in a dry-cleaning bag.