No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1045

Joslyn came out of the kitchen and, seeing the sleeping Evelyn, moved to take her. But Ian said in a low voice, "I've got her."

Then, as if he knew the way by heart, he walked up to the master bedroom on the second floor. Eleanor glanced at him but didn't follow.

In the master bedroom, Ian gently placed their daughter on the bed, carefully taking off her shoes and tucking her in.

He gazed down at his daughter's peaceful, sleeping face, tenderly brushed the hair from her forehead, and leaned down to kiss her before getting up and leaving the room.

They met on the staircase. As Eleanor saw the man coming down, she said politely, "Thank you for your trouble these past two days."

Ian's gaze was deep as he looked at her. "There's no need for that between us."

With that, he walked past her and down the stairs. Joslyn came over to greet him. "Mr. Goodwin, would you like a cup of tea?"

Ian turned to look back up the stairs, where Eleanor was also looking down at him. His Adam's apple bobbed once before he declined Joslyn's offer. "No, thank you. I have something to attend to."

After Ian left, Eleanor also went upstairs. Standing in the living room, Joslyn couldn't help but sense a peculiar atmosphere. How should she put it? She no longer saw any hatred for Ian in Eleanor's eyes.

And from what she'd overheard on the stairs, their conversation was so distant and polite, it was as if they were two strangers.

They seemed to have truly left their marriage behind. For their child's sake, they had found a way to be at peace, the resentment between them finally gone.

Joslyn knew then that what she had been hoping for would never happen. If there was no love left between them, how could there be any chance of reconciliation?

Perhaps soon, her mistress would find someone new, like Mr. Vaughn or that handsome Mr. Ellington from last time. And Mr. Goodwin would surely find a new partner as well.

Joslyn couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for them. After all, she had witnessed their past. If it hadn't been for that Miss Shannon, they would have been a happy family of three.

Upstairs, Eleanor gently pushed open the master bedroom door. Her daughter was sleeping soundly, looking so soft and sweet, utterly adorable.

Ian's expression turned instantly cold. "Have someone keep an eye on them. Before they get out, give them a proper 'reminder' to stay far away from Eleanor and my daughter."

"Understood, I'll handle it," Lanny nodded.

"Assign two more men to discreetly protect Eleanor and Evelyn," Ian instructed. "Don't let her notice."

"Yes, sir."

The car slowly pulled away from the residential complex. Ian rubbed his temples; last night's insomnia had left him feeling weary.

Eleanor returned to her study to continue working. Smith had sent over updates on Gina's condition from the past two days, and everything was progressing as expected.

Just then, her phone chimed with another message. It was from Joy Thatcher, who had sent a few photos. Eleanor's eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Mother and son are safe and sound. The seven-pound little guy nearly did me in."