No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1451

The pool was on a platform extending from the ground floor of the villa, connected to the indoors by massive sliding glass doors. The clear water sparkled under the afternoon sun, and Evelyn, wearing a floatie, was splashing around happily.

"Daddy, Mommy, you're here," she said, her face lighting up as she saw her parents arrive together.

Serena's eyes also flashed with surprise. A month ago, a scene like this was something she wouldn't have dared to imagine.

Now, she felt that the outcome she was hoping for was definitely within reach.

Ian tossed a towel onto a lounge chair, walked to the edge of the pool, and dove cleanly into the water, creating a sizable splash.

In a moment, he had swum a short distance underwater, finally surfacing beside his daughter. Water droplets slid down his short hair and handsome face.

"Daddy's amazing!" Evelyn exclaimed, clapping her small hands in admiration.

Ian wiped the water from his face and looked toward Eleanor by the poolside. "Come on in! The water's perfect."

But Eleanor moved at her own pace. She tested the temperature in the shallow end. Finally, drawn by the bright sunshine, she found the pool too inviting to resist. She placed the towel she had draped over her shoulders to the side and, holding the handrail, slowly descended the steps into the water.

It wasn't cold. Warmed by the sun, the water was a constant, comfortable temperature. It enveloped her gently, washing away the summer heat. It felt wonderful.

Serena swam over to her, pushing an adult-sized floatie. "Ellie, this is for you."

Eleanor reached out and took it. Serena couldn't help but ask, "Ellie, want me to teach you how to hold your breath underwater?"

"Maybe next time," Eleanor replied with a grateful smile. Right now, she just wanted to relax and enjoy the feeling.

The last time she and Vanessa had fallen into the six-and-a-half-foot-deep pool, she was still shaken by the memory. Even now, she didn't dare venture into the deeper sections, staying where the water was about five feet.

Serena pushed Evelyn over to play with her.

Ian noticed her pull away, and a flicker of hurt crossed his face. He didn't move any closer. Watching his happy daughter on the other side, a faint smile touched his lips. "Evelyn is having a great time."

"Yes," Eleanor nodded, her gaze also turning to her daughter.

Just then, Evelyn, holding a ball, threw it toward Eleanor. "Mommy, catch!"

Eleanor wasn't paying attention. Seeing the ball flying at her, she instinctively dodged. But she lost her footing, her feet slipped, and she plunged face-first into the water.

The very next second, a strong, powerful arm wrapped swiftly around her waist, steadying her.

It was Ian.

Her back was instantly pressed against his warm chest. Through the thin fabric of her swimsuit, the heat of his skin and the firmness of his muscles were transmitted with unnerving clarity.