No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 983

Selma nodded with a smile. "Good. Let's go home."

A wave of relief washed over Henry, and the rest of the drive suddenly felt pleasant and light.

"I'd like to listen to some music," Selma said.

Henry immediately unlocked his phone and handed it to her. "Pick whatever you like."

Selma paused, her eyes meeting Henry's smiling face. She took the phone and chose a song she liked.

Upbeat music filled the car, and even the night seemed to grow clearer and more serene.

After dropping Selma off at her place, she told him, "Drive safe."

"I will," Henry replied, but he didn't immediately drive away.

Selma looked at him and asked with a smile, "Why are you still here?"

Startled, Henry finally put the car in gear, but he watched her in the rearview mirror until he turned the corner.

On the drive home, Henry replayed Vanessa's confession in his mind—the truth about her relationship with Ian. It still felt unbelievable. Could it be that their entire relationship was nothing more than a transaction?

Henry recalled the time he had asked Ian out for a talk. Ian had admitted that he and Vanessa were just friends. At the time, Henry had been too emotional, dismissing it as a cruel lie.

Had he misjudged his best friend? Was Ian telling the truth all along?

The more Henry thought about it, the more confused he became. It seemed he needed to find an opportunity to clear the air with Ian once and for all.

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Eleanor arrived home at nine-thirty. Joslyn informed her that Ian had taken their daughter downstairs to his apartment for the night. Sighing, Eleanor dropped her bag and headed back down.

Princess, her dog, trotted out after her, following her into the elevator and all the way to the door of the twenty-seventh-floor apartment.

Eleanor rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Evelyn Goodwin in her pajamas. Behind her stood Ian, dressed in casual loungewear, his usual cold demeanor replaced by a softer warmth.

"Mommy, you're back!" Evelyn chirped happily.

"Come on, sweetie, let's go upstairs," Eleanor said, holding out her hand.

Eleanor turned away. "I'm going to take a shower. Brush your teeth and then wait for me in your room."

Ian helped his daughter brush her teeth in the downstairs bathroom. Afterward, Evelyn waved goodbye. "See you tomorrow, Daddy."

"See you tomorrow."

Ian smiled warmly at his daughter, his eyes lifting for a moment toward the second floor before he stepped out the door.

Lying in bed, Henry couldn't sleep. He glanced at the time, picked up his phone, and finally dialed Ian's number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered with a simple, "Hello?"

"Ian, am I bothering you?" Henry asked, then continued, "I wanted to ask you something, about you and Vanessa—"

"Henry, some things are better discussed in person. We'll talk tomorrow," Ian's calm voice came through the line.

"Alright, let's set a time to meet tomorrow, then." Henry didn't press the issue. Vanessa's behavior tonight had made him realize that he might have been kept in the dark about many things over the years.