No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 272

Ian’s lips curled into a smile. “Alright.”

Mansfield Ellington had been about to shield Eleanor from her ex-husband’s obvious attempt to hitch a ride, but to his surprise, she agreed to give Ian a lift herself, simply to avoid troubling him.

Ian turned to Mansfield. “Which unit are you serving with now, Mr. Ellington?”

“Southern Command,” Mansfield answered curtly.

“And Mayor Ellington is…?”

“My uncle,” Mansfield replied easily, not minding the disclosure.

Ian nodded, having sorted out the family connection. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Eleanor pulled the car up in front of the restaurant. Ian reached for the front passenger door, but Eleanor shot him a look. “Back seat.”

He paused for a second, surprised, but didn’t argue. He opened the rear door and climbed in.

At that moment, Mansfield leaned in toward Eleanor, his tone gentle. “Take Maplecrest Avenue. There’s less traffic that way.”

A warmth flickered in Eleanor’s chest. For all his tough exterior, Mansfield had an eye for detail. She nodded. “Thank you.”

“Drive safe. Text me when you get home,” he reminded her.

“I will. You should head back,” she replied.

As Eleanor’s car eased away into the evening, she glanced in the rearview mirror—Mansfield was still standing there, watching them leave. He only disappeared from sight when she turned the corner.

“He’s awfully attentive, isn’t he?” Ian’s voice broke the silence, rough and tinged with the haze of alcohol.

Eleanor gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Not your concern.”

Quiet filled the car.

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