No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 314

“Tomorrow, my grandmother would like to invite Miss Sutton to dinner. Would you happen to be free?” Mansfield Ellington’s voice was polite, but there was a note of hopefulness in his invitation.

Eleanor paused for a moment.

“She’s been wanting to thank you in person,” Mansfield went on, worried she might refuse. “But after that day, she had to stay in the hospital for a couple of weeks and hasn’t fully recovered. When I spoke to her this morning, she mentioned it again.”

Since it was a personal invitation from Mansfield’s grandmother Mildred, Eleanor couldn’t very well turn her down—not that she wanted to. She also had a good relationship with the mayor’s wife, after all.

She smiled and nodded. “Of course. I’d be glad to.”

As soon as she agreed, Eleanor realized she needed to use the restroom. She handed her trophy to Mansfield. “Would you mind holding this for me? I need to step out for a moment.”

Mansfield accepted it, beaming. “Go ahead, I’ll wait for you.”

Eleanor stood and made her way toward the restroom. Just then, Ian rose from his seat, shaking hands with Principal Maxwell as they said their goodbyes.

Ian turned and was surprised to see Mansfield sitting a row behind, Eleanor’s trophy resting in his arms. He blinked in confusion for a couple of seconds. Maxwell, stretching his back, glanced behind him and spotted the young man.

“Well, if it isn’t young Ellington!” Maxwell exclaimed, surprised.

Mansfield, who had been watching Eleanor’s retreating figure, only then noticed the two men. He quickly stood and greeted them. “Mr. Maxwell.”

Ian nodded cordially. “Mr. Ellington, fancy seeing you again.”

“Mr. Goodwin,” Mansfield replied with equal politeness.

Maxwell grinned, “Back home for a few days, are you?”

“I managed to take all my vacation days at once. I’ll be here for two weeks,” Mansfield replied with a smile.

Maxwell chuckled. “Good. You ought to spend time with your family.”

Ian glanced around, then stepped aside, gesturing for Maxwell to go ahead of him. “After you, Principal Maxwell.”

Maxwell gave Mansfield a friendly wave. “We’ll be off, then.”

“Safe travels, Mr. Maxwell. You should visit us sometime,” Mansfield called after him.

Maxwell laughed, shaking his head with affection. “Such a polite young man—always has been, ever since he was a boy. And now he’s been promoted to brigadier general, the youngest one in their entire district.”

He shot Mansfield a look full of approval.

Ian turned, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. He hadn’t realized Mansfield was already a general at such a young age. Now, Mansfield had stepped out from behind his seat, waiting patiently for someone.

Ian followed his gaze and saw Eleanor walking toward them, her silhouette caught in the interplay of shadows and light.

She let Mansfield keep hold of her trophy. “Did you fly in by helicopter?” she asked.

“I did,” he replied.

“I’ll give you a ride, then,” Eleanor offered. “It’s not easy to get a cab out here.”

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