No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1070

Eleanor could clearly feel the atmosphere in the car grow tense. She spoke into the phone apologetically, "Mansfield, tonight might not be convenient. I still have work to do. How about tomorrow at noon?"

Mansfield responded considerately, "Whatever works for you. I'm flexible."

"Okay, you should go spend some time with your grandmother. She must have missed you a lot."

"Alright. Call me when you're done with work," Mansfield said gently.

"Okay, I will." Eleanor hung up, and the car fell into a tense silence. She turned her head to look out the window.

"You could have gone," Ian suddenly said, his voice tinged with suppressed emotion. "I won't interfere in your private life."

Eleanor continued to watch the scenery outside, her tone casual. "I can make my own plans."

Ian tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, a habitual motion when he was thinking. After a moment, he said, "This weekend, Evelyn's school is organizing a field trip to a farm. The teacher requested that parents attend with their children."

Eleanor turned to look at him. "When did this happen? How come I didn't know?"

"The teacher told me this morning. They'll probably send out an official notice today." A barely perceptible smile touched Ian's lips. "I've already cleared my schedule."

Eleanor pressed her lips together but didn't answer. Ian narrowed his eyes. "If you don't have time to go, I'll explain it to Evelyn."

Eleanor frowned. "Fine, I'll make time."

Ian parked the car in a spot next to the lab. Eleanor got out, and Ian followed her inside at a leisurely pace.

When they reached the elevators, Eleanor stepped inside. Just as the doors were about to close, a well-defined hand suddenly shot out, and the sensor reopened them.

Ian stepped into the elevator, and the small space was instantly filled with his crisp, clean scent.

"There are five other elevators," Eleanor reminded him with a frown.

"This one's the closest," Ian replied nonchalantly as he pressed the button for his floor.

The elevator ascended slowly. Eleanor could feel his eyes on her and turned her face away.

The man pursed his lips, not looking angry in the slightest. In fact, a thought seemed to cross his mind, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile graced his lips.

Eleanor paused, then studied her daughter's face. Seeing her every day, she hadn't really noticed, but now that Evelyn mentioned it, she realized her daughter's features were starting to resemble Ian's more, especially the expression in her eyes, which was almost identical to his.

"Mommy, why aren't you saying anything?" Evelyn asked, cupping her mother's face.

Eleanor smiled gently. "You look like both Daddy and Mommy."

"Then why does everyone say I look more like Daddy?" the little girl pouted, seeming a bit dissatisfied.

Eleanor chuckled as she combed through her daughter's hair. Perhaps it was just nature's way of balancing things, allowing fathers to confirm their lineage through their children's appearance.

"Daddy is very handsome, but I want to look like Mommy more," Evelyn said, wrapping her arms around her mother's neck, lobbying to be more like her.

Eleanor smiled and hugged her. "Okay, Evelyn looks like Mommy."

Looking at her innocent, beautiful daughter, Eleanor wished that she only looked like him and didn't carry the Goodwin family's genetic traits. But for that, she couldn't blame anyone.

After all, when she gave birth to her daughter, Gina's blood disorder was only classified as a rare condition. Its hereditary nature was only discovered two years after she became ill, by which time their daughter had already been born.