No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 743

Eleanor called Joslyn and asked her to prepare a couple of extra dishes for dinner tonight. She and Joel would be heading home together from the lab to Cloudcrest Manor.

It had been ages since Joel had enjoyed a proper home-cooked meal. He appreciated Eleanor’s thoughtfulness, and to show his gratitude, he picked out a small gift for Evelyn on the way.

After picking Evelyn up and heading home, Eleanor found Joel already waiting for them. Evelyn hadn’t seen Joel in a while, but she greeted him with the same warmth as always. She knew Mr. Kingsley was her mother’s closest colleague at work.

She’d watched Joel and her mother work together in the lab before, and she admired him deeply.

Eleanor brought over a bowl of fresh fruit and poured a pot of tea. As she set the table, an idea struck her. “My father left behind a notebook,” she said to Joel. “I’ll go upstairs and get it for you.”

“Thank you.” Joel nodded.

As Eleanor headed upstairs, their golden retriever, Princess, suddenly perked up, tail wagging enthusiastically as she trotted to the front door, letting out a series of excited little whines.

Evelyn hopped down from the sofa. “That’s probably my dad.”

She moved to open the door, with Joel following behind, unsure if it was really Ian.

Evelyn swung the door open. Sure enough, Ian stood outside, holding a bag of fruit and a neatly wrapped gift—clearly a New Year’s present for his daughter.

But as Ian caught sight of Joel behind Evelyn, his deep-set eyes paused on him for a moment, expression unreadable.

“Mr. Goodwin,” Joel greeted first, polite but reserved.

Ian’s brow furrowed just enough to notice. “Is Eleanor home?”

Joel realized Eleanor might have invited him as well. He stepped aside slightly. “She’s here. Are you joining us for dinner, Mr. Goodwin?”

Ian swallowed. “I had dinner with a few visiting doctors from overseas tonight. They’re here for—”

“What does it matter to me who you meet with?” Eleanor cut him off, looking away.

Ian took a sudden step forward, his tall frame looming over her. “Eleanor, it’s not what you think—”

She recoiled, distaste etched on her face, and lowered her voice. “Ian, I have guests tonight. If you don’t want me to embarrass you, I suggest you leave.”

Ian’s breath caught. His hands clenched at his sides, the veins on his wrists standing out beneath the cuff of his suit.

“I’ve always kept up appearances for Evelyn’s sake—made sure she sees you as a good father. Push me any further, and I won’t hold back.” Eleanor’s voice was barely above a whisper, but every word was sharp as glass. She looked him dead in the eye, her expression openly hostile and utterly resolute.