No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 75

She pushed open the bedroom door and found her daughter curled up in Ian's arms, the two of them already settled for bed.

"Evelyn, aren't you going to sleep with Mommy tonight?" Eleanor asked gently.

Evelyn shook her head, burrowing closer to her father. "Mom, let's all sleep with Daddy tonight! You can sleep right here," she said, patting the space beside her.

Eleanor smiled. "Mommy has to work for a little while longer. You two go ahead and sleep."

Ian's eyes flickered to her, dark and unreadable. Whatever hint of gentleness he'd shown earlier had vanished from his gaze.

The air between them grew colder, the stalemate deepening.

Eleanor ignored it. She turned, quietly closed the door behind her, and returned to her own room—making sure to lock the door before settling in for the night.

Early the next morning, Eleanor received a message from Joel: "Put on a bit of makeup today, you'll be on camera."

She went into her walk-in closet and chose a white silk blouse, pairing it with a flowing Ashford City skirt. She swept her long hair into a tidy chignon and applied a light touch of makeup before heading downstairs.

"Wow, Mommy, you look so pretty today!" Evelyn gazed at her in awe.

"Thank you for the compliment, sweetheart. Mommy's going to school today too," Eleanor replied, smiling.

"Really?" Evelyn's eyes widened, and she spun around to announce to her father, "Daddy, Mommy's going to school just like me!"

Ian's lips curled in a faint smile. "Is that so?"

But when he raised his eyes to Eleanor, there was a stormy darkness behind them.

Eleanor took Evelyn to school herself. As she arrived at the gates, she ran into Joel. They exchanged a friendly greeting and walked in together.

Joel gave her a sideways glance. "Are you nervous about going on the show?"

Eleanor grinned. "With someone as charming as you by my side, how could I be nervous?"

"And whatever she asks for, make sure she gets it. No exceptions."

"Yes, sir."

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Meanwhile, Eleanor and Joel were preparing backstage for their interview. She held the script of questions in her hand, memorizing them, rehearsing her answers silently.

"Miss Sutton, Dr. Kingsley, ten minutes until you go on," an assistant called from the doorway.

Faye had been dragged over by Gwenda to watch the excitement. As she caught sight of Eleanor standing beside Joel, composed and graceful, Faye's hands clenched into fists.

Just then, Eleanor's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—Evelyn's teacher. Her heart leapt and she answered immediately. "Hello? Miss Alice?"

"Mrs. Goodwin, I'm afraid there's been an incident. Evelyn and another child got into a scuffle, and the other child hit the back of his head on the floor. The injury is quite serious, and Evelyn is very upset. The other child's parents are on their way. Could you please come to the school as soon as possible?"