No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1040

"Then it's a deal," Mansfield said with a smile.

The waiter began to bring in the dishes, filling the table with exquisite cuisine, each plate a work of art and delicious to behold.

"Try this." Mansfield placed a slice of fish on her plate. "They say it was freshly caught from the sea. It's very tender."

Eleanor smiled. "I can get it myself. You should eat. You must be hungry after rushing back to the country."

Mansfield paused, a warmth spreading through his chest. He had indeed just gotten off the plane, taken a quick shower at home, and then rushed straight here to pick her up.

They started talking about their recent lives. Mansfield shared some amusing stories from his work, and Eleanor talked about the award ceremony. The atmosphere was light and pleasant.

"My dad thinks very highly of you too. He's always praising you," Mansfield said, putting down his utensils and picking up his teacup. From behind the rim of the cup, his gaze was earnest and deep. "He really admires you."

Eleanor was slightly taken aback, then smiled, feeling flattered. "Thank you for Mr. Ellington's high praise."

Mansfield looked at Eleanor, his admiration for her impossible to hide. "I'm very proud to have a friend like you."

He emphasized the word "friend," but his tone was laced with a deeper affection.

Eleanor placed a piece of meat in his plate. "Eat more. I feel like you've lost some weight."

Mansfield smiled. "And gotten tanner?"

Eleanor looked up. His features held an innate heroic and cool demeanor. Even without his uniform, his sun-kissed, wheat-colored skin gave him a natural ruggedness and masculinity.

Eleanor studied him with an appreciative gaze. "Yes, you're quite a bit darker, but it doesn't detract from your good looks."

Just then, her phone buzzed with a video call. She picked it up and saw that the call was from Joslyn's WhatsApp. Eleanor assumed it must be her daughter. She looked at Mansfield and said, "It's probably my daughter."

Mansfield let out a low chuckle. "Of course. You're welcome anytime you're free."

Beside them, Eleanor quickly clarified, "Evelyn, there are no fireflies now. They only come out in the summer."

"Oh, okay!" Evelyn said, then walked around with the phone. In the background, Ian's figure inadvertently came into view. He was sitting on the sofa in Eleanor's living room, his sharp gaze flashing across the screen for a moment.

Mansfield clearly noticed him and asked with a smile, "Are you with your dad, Evelyn?"

"Yes! My daddy's taking care of me," Evelyn said, then aimed the camera at her father. "Daddy, do you want to talk to Mommy?"

A large hand covered the camera lens, and Ian's deep voice came from off-screen. "No, it's fine. Let your mother have a nice dinner with her friend."

Eleanor couldn't help but feel a little awkward. She hadn't known Ian would be at her house. She said to her daughter, "Evelyn, that's all for now. Mommy will be back early tomorrow."