No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1051

There were a few seconds of silence on the other end. "Why be so formal with me?"

"I'm hanging up," Eleanor said before ending the call. Just then, Lanny's figure appeared at her car window. She rolled it down, and Lanny looked at her apologetically. "Miss Sutton, I'm so sorry. Did we startle you?"

"A little, yes," Eleanor admitted with a nod.

"Mr. Goodwin was very concerned for your safety, so he assigned us to protect you discreetly for a month. He was worried you'd object, so we didn't inform you beforehand," Lanny continued. "He doesn't want a repeat of what happened two years ago with that car."

Eleanor froze. "Two years ago... you were protecting me then, too?"

Lanny nodded. "Yes. When Mr. Goodwin heard that Drew from the chemical plant had someone run you off the road, he arranged for us to protect you discreetly. We only withdrew after Drew was imprisoned and we confirmed there were no other threats."

Eleanor was stunned. She remembered being on high alert for over a month after that terrifying incident. It wasn't until she heard the news that the head of the chemical plant had been sentenced that she finally started to relax.

So, Ian Goodwin had been having her protected all that time.

"Miss Sutton, Drew is about to be released from prison. We will be here to ensure your safety from the moment he's out. Please don't worry," Lanny said.

Eleanor nodded lightly. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

"It's our duty," Lanny said with a slight bow. "Miss Sutton, would you like me to drive for you?"

"No, that's alright. I can manage," Eleanor replied. Knowing it was Lanny's car, she finally felt at ease.

On the ride home, Eleanor's emotions were tangled. She had to admit to herself: while Ian hadn't been the perfect husband, he had always been a responsible father.

When Eleanor got home, she saw Ian and Evelyn playing with Princess on the balcony. Seeing her walk in, Ian stood up and came over. "I assume Lanny spoke with you. Is the misunderstanding cleared up?"

Eleanor nodded. "Yes, we met." After a brief pause, she added softly, "Thank you for the protection."

Just then, Eleanor's phone rang. She walked over and saw it was a call from Joy Thatcher.

She answered with a light tone, "Hey, have you eaten yet?"

"Already ate, you busy bee. Are you off work?"

"Yeah, just got home a little while ago."

"Why didn't you ever tell me having a kid was this exhausting? Being a new parent is no joke," Joy lamented from the other end.

Eleanor chuckled and sat on the sofa, sharing some advice with Joy. On the balcony, behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, a pair of deep eyes watched her. As he observed the woman on the sofa, chatting on her phone with a smile that looked as if she were flirting with a lover, a shadow of disappointment crossed the man's face.

Ian crouched down, stroking his daughter's head, and let out a soft sigh, as if resigning himself to something.