No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1082

Five in the afternoon.

Eleanor went home to take a shower. Mansfield, worried that being away from her daughter for two days would make the child anxious, had urged her to go home, saying Mrs. Ellington was there to look after him.

Just as Eleanor finished drying her hair and came out, she heard her daughter's cheerful, lively voice from downstairs. "Daddy, look at Mommy's shoes! Mommy's home!"

Joslyn came over with a smile. "That's right, your mommy's back. She's upstairs taking a shower!"

Ian stepped inside and put his bag on the sofa. He ruffled his daughter's hair. "Daddy has to go now."

"Okay! You have to be on time to take me to school tomorrow!"

"Daddy promises to be on time," Ian assured her, stroking her little head. As he was about to turn and leave, he heard footsteps on the stairs. He instinctively looked up and saw Eleanor, her hair still half-damp, walking down.

Fresh from her shower, she was dressed in comfortable, elegant loungewear. With her long hair down, she looked as fresh and lovely as a lotus emerging from water.

Ian froze for a moment, then said, "I'm leaving now."

As Eleanor reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes fell on his graying hair. She seemed to want to say something but held back, finally just murmuring, "Thank you for looking after Evelyn."

"It's my duty," Ian said, his gaze lowered. "I'll be going."

Suddenly, Evelyn got emotional and hugged his leg. "Daddy, don't go! Please stay and have dinner with us."

Ian's body tensed, and he involuntarily glanced at Eleanor.

Eleanor nodded and spoke up. "Stay for dinner."

Ian noticed the change in her attitude toward him. It was because he had saved Mansfield, her future husband.

If her kindness stemmed from that, Ian would rather she remained cold to him.

"Did you say yes to him?" Ian's body didn't move, but his eyes were locked on hers, demanding an answer.

Eleanor looked up and glared at him in frustration. She had thought they could have a civilized conversation, but clearly, the man's domineering nature hadn't changed.

"Ian, we're divorced. Who I'm with is none of your business."

His arms remained firm, his gaze burning. "So you're dating him?"

Eleanor turned her face away. "It has nothing to do with you."

"True. You've always been the one with more courage, the one to take the first step," Ian's voice was low and pained.

"We ended a long time ago. Let's just let each other go," Eleanor said, looking up to meet his bloodshot eyes.

The words were like a bucket of cold water, snapping him back to reality. He let out a ragged breath, his gaze fixed on the woman in his arms, as if desperately suppressing some wild impulse. But the more he suppressed it, the more painful it became, his eyes revealing a storm of untamable passion.