No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 397

“Mom.” Evelyn reached out for Eleanor, wriggling from her father’s arms into her mother’s embrace.

Holding her daughter close, Eleanor looked at Joy. “Joy, let’s go.”

“But Dad—” Evelyn glanced back at her father, uncertainty clouding her little face.

Ian, with his long stride, quickly caught up. “Daddy’s coming with you.”

Suddenly, a sweet, slightly petulant voice called out, “Ian—”

Vanessa tried to follow, but Henry caught her gently by the arm. She stared after Ian as he walked away with Eleanor and their daughter, a flicker of frustration in her eyes.

Henry sighed quietly. “Even if Ian doesn’t love Eleanor, you can’t ignore how much Evelyn means to him.”

Vanessa bit down on her red lip, swallowing her retort.

Of course she knew how important Evelyn was to Ian—how could she not?

“Vanessa, it’s time to cut the cake. Everyone’s waiting!” Laverne, her manager, stepped forward, breaking the tension.

Forcing herself to smile, Vanessa turned to Henry. “Alright. Henry, will you help me cut the cake?”

He nodded and followed her to the table, standing at her side as they sliced into the cake together.

Meanwhile, Eleanor carried Evelyn to the lounge. She knew Ian was following, but she had no intention of acknowledging him.

Eleanor caught Joy’s gaze and gave a subtle nod toward the door. Joy hesitated, then moved to block Ian’s way. “I’m sorry, Mr. Goodwin, but Eleanor would like some time to rest.”

With that, Joy closed the door in his face.

Ian stood outside, hand halfway to the door, but stopped himself from knocking.

On the couch inside, Evelyn wiped her tears and looked up at her mother. “Mom, does Dad not want us anymore?”

A sharp ache pierced Eleanor’s heart. She didn’t know how to answer.

Joy stepped in gently. “Evelyn, your mom is a scientist now. She’s strong and amazing. It’s not that your dad doesn’t want you—it’s that your mom doesn’t want him anymore.”

Evelyn blinked her big eyes, clearly understanding but not quite able to process it. Still, she tightened her little arms around Eleanor’s neck. “I want my mom.”

Eleanor and Joy exchanged a smile.

Eleanor kissed her daughter’s soft hair. “And Mommy loves you.”

Just then, someone knocked at the door. Joy glanced at Eleanor, silently asking if she should let Ian in.

Eleanor set her daughter down. “Evelyn, I’m going to get you something to eat, okay?”

“Okay! Can I have a cupcake?” Evelyn’s eyes lit up.

As Eleanor stepped inside, Joy pressed a hand to her chest and whispered, “You scared me—I thought he was coming back.”

“He’s gone,” Eleanor reassured her.

“Mom, where did Dad go? I saw him following us just now.” Evelyn’s curiosity was plain.

Eleanor ruffled her daughter’s hair. “He had something to take care of.”

“Oh!” Evelyn blinked, and soon the cupcake and some fruit snacks were delivered. Eleanor sat with Joy, sharing the treats.

Her meeting was being handled by Ellington, who would send her the report afterward.

“Mom, can we stay here tonight?” Evelyn looked up hopefully.

“Of course! Should we invite Miss Thatcher to stay with us?”

Around nine in Eleanor’s private luxury suite, Evelyn played with her toys while the two women lounged on the sofa, chatting and wearing face masks.

“Out of all the hotels she could’ve picked, she insisted on booking the Vesper Joy. Was she trying to get under your skin?” Joy asked, exasperated.

Eleanor peeled off her mask and gently massaged the skin around her eyes, her tone frosty. “It’s not about me. She’s making a statement.”

She gazed out at the dazzling city lights. “Vesper Joy used to be Ian’s. Now it’s mine. By hosting her celebration here, Vanessa’s telling everyone she can still shine on my turf.”