No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 135

"I asked the waiter to set up a private room for you. You should get something to eat," Ian said.

"That's not necessary, I—"

"You're prone to low blood sugar. You need to eat your meals on time." Ian turned to a nearby waiter. "Please show this lady to a private dining room. Put everything on my tab."

"Of course, Mr. Goodwin." The waiter smiled warmly, guiding Vanessa down another hallway.

Eleanor returned to the main dining room, where Serena shot her a look of barely concealed annoyance and refused to meet her eyes.

Ian entered a moment later.

The table was soon covered with an array of delicious dishes. Magdalen looked at Ian. "Ian, serve Ellie some soup first. She should have something warm to start."

Ian was just about to help when Eleanor stood up on her own. "It's alright, Grandma. I can manage."

"You take care of Evelyn—let Ian do it," Magdalen insisted.

But Eleanor didn't let him help. She ladled some soup herself and offered it to her daughter.

"Let's eat, everyone! The chef tried out some new recipes tonight—let's see if they're any good," Gina announced with a smile.

Serena had planned to bring Vanessa tonight just to make Eleanor uncomfortable, but her older brother had blocked her at every turn. Serena knew she'd never go out of her way to be nice to Eleanor again—not after Eleanor kept the truth about the medication a secret and left her feeling humiliated.

Dinner ended, and the family gathered outside the restaurant. Ian carried his daughter, Eleanor walked with Magdalen, and Serena glanced up at Eleanor's back. Suddenly, something caught her eye.

Eleanor's hair tie.

That pale blue leather tie.

Without warning, Serena strode forward and yanked the tie from Eleanor's low ponytail. Eleanor's long hair tumbled down her back as she turned, startled, to face Serena.

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