No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 957

"Okay, Mommy. Daddy will stay with me," Evelyn replied dutifully.

Eleanor turned and walked away, needing some space to sort through her jumbled thoughts.

Ian ran a hand through his thick hair. It wasn't that he was overly concerned with his appearance, but the sudden graying was a shock even to him.

"Daddy, why did your hair turn white all of a sudden?" Evelyn asked with innocent curiosity.

"I guess Daddy has just been thinking a little too much lately," Ian answered in a relaxed tone.

"No matter what, Daddy, I'll always love you," Evelyn declared loudly.

Ian's heart melted at his daughter's simple, heartfelt words.

He knelt and kissed her cheek. "You're my precious girl."

Just then, Joslyn came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup. She caught sight of Ian under the light and froze for a few seconds. She didn't say anything, but a wave of sympathy washed over her before she returned to the kitchen.

Evelyn went off to play, leaving Ian standing on the balcony. The night breeze rustled his hair as he looked out with a strange sense of calm. He accepted the change in himself without resistance, almost with a sense of welcome, as if the streaks of gray were a badge of honor, a testament to something significant.

That evening, Joslyn prepared a simple, light dinner. As she was cleaning up in the kitchen, she glanced over at the dining table and saw the three of them sitting together like a family. A pang of hope filled her. Could scenes like this become more common in the future?

At the table, Evelyn finished her meal, and Eleanor had some soup. Ian checked the time and said to her, "I'll take Evelyn downstairs. You should get some rest."

"No, it's fine. I sleep better when she's with me," Eleanor said, keeping their daughter with her.

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