No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 859

This year, Joslyn's daughter was traveling with friends, so Joslyn would be staying to celebrate with Eleanor.

Just then, Eleanor's phone rang.

She glanced at the screen and saw Mansfield's name. She hesitated, debating whether to answer. As the phone fell silent, the doorbell rang.

Eleanor jumped, a strange sense of panic and guilt washing over her.

It couldn't be him, could it?

Hoping it wasn't, she tossed her phone onto the sofa and walked to the door. A glance at the video intercom confirmed her fears. It was Mansfield.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, feigning surprise. "Mansfield? What are you doing here?"

He stood on her doorstep in a dark overcoat, his posture ramrod straight, looking as though he'd just arrived from a long journey. His direct gaze made Eleanor feel exposed; she knew instantly that he had seen right through her avoidance.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice raspy.

His directness made her realize that further pretense was pointless. "Mansfield, let's go downstairs," she said, looking up at him with an expression that was both honest and resolute. "There are some things I need to make clear."

Now it was Mansfield's turn to look uneasy. His pupils contracted almost imperceptibly as he anticipated what was coming. He suddenly feigned a thought. "You know, I just remembered I have something urgent—"

But Eleanor had already stepped out, closing the door behind her. "It won't take long," she said, looking at him. "Just ten minutes."

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