No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 695

Early the next morning, Eleanor got in touch with Tanya. The academic conference was about to begin, but the summit had wrapped up yesterday, so Tanya was preparing to head home.

After the events of last night, Eleanor decided to spend a few days with her daughter, just the two of them.

At breakfast, Eleanor told Evelyn that Vivian would be joining them soon. Evelyn’s eyes lit up instantly. “Really? Is Vivian really coming?”

“Yes, she’s probably on her way now,” Eleanor replied with a smile.

A little later, Ian knocked and stepped inside. Evelyn rushed over and hugged his leg, bubbling with excitement. “Dad, Vivian and Mr. Vaughn are coming to Drexford today!”

Ian glanced at Eleanor, then smiled warmly at his daughter. “That’s right. I spoke to Mr. Vaughn—he’ll be here this afternoon. We can meet them at the new hotel.”

“Can we all go skiing together?” Evelyn asked, practically bouncing.

“Of course,” Ian said, crouching to her level. “We’ll switch to a hotel closer to the slopes right now.”

Eleanor frowned slightly. It was clear Ian had already been in touch with Xavier and arranged their plans.

Ian adjusted his shirt cuffs, looking unbothered. “I messaged him this morning. He’ll bring Vivian and meet us there.”

He glanced up, and for a split second, there was a calculating glint in his eyes.

Eleanor held back her questions, while Evelyn could barely contain her excitement about seeing her friend.

Eleanor left Evelyn to play in Ian’s room and went back to her own to organize her notes from the summit. She sent them off to Joel and York.

By eleven, Ian and Eleanor had checked out, and as Eleanor was packing her suitcase, a message from Xavier popped up: “We’re almost there. Let’s meet at the hotel near the ski resort.”

“Perfect!” Eleanor replied.

After lunch, they set out for the ski resort. The drive took two hours, but soon enough, they arrived.

The hotel sat at the foot of the largest ski mountain—a picturesque cluster of wooden chalets straight out of a storybook. At check-in, Ian booked a three-bedroom family chalet.

Eleanor immediately frowned and asked the front desk if there were any other rooms available.

“I’m so sorry, madam, but this is the last family chalet we have,” the receptionist apologized.

Eleanor understood. The parking lot was overflowing with cars—it was peak season for skiing.

“Did you get your room sorted?” Ian asked.

“Yes, I booked online,” Xavier replied.

“We got the last family chalet,” Ian added, sounding almost casual.

Xavier’s brow twitched slightly. “Really? I booked a family chalet as well.”

Eleanor noticed Xavier’s assistant Cain and the children’s nanny waiting just outside.

“Let’s get checked in, then,” Ian suggested, taking Evelyn’s hand. He turned to Eleanor, “We’ll go drop our bags at the chalet.”

“Ian, we’re in Chalet Seven. Which one are you in?”

Ian paused for a barely noticeable moment. “We’re next door, Chalet Eight.”

“Perfect,” Xavier said with a lift of his brow. “That way, the kids can go back and forth whenever they want.”

Eleanor saw through it all—this was exactly how Ian had planned it.