No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 318

“Grandma, it’s almost time. Let’s head to the restaurant,” Mansfield Ellington said, glancing at his watch.

Mildred nodded. “All right! No sense in letting ourselves get hungry. Come on, let’s go.”

Mansfield had made a reservation at an upscale restaurant. Mildred didn’t get out much these days, but she’d raised two accomplished sons and had seen her fair share of sophisticated occasions.

The restaurant was perched atop a downtown skyscraper, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a sweeping view of the city below.

Mansfield chose a table by the window, and they settled in.

Eleanor was listening as Mildred recounted stories of how times had changed. Suddenly, Eleanor felt a sharp gaze fixed on her. She looked up instinctively—across a few tables, her eyes met Ian’s, his dark gaze unreadable.

Ian was impeccably dressed, dining with several businessmen. His expression was severe and distant.

Their eyes locked for a brief moment, but Eleanor didn’t let her face show any change—Mildred was engaged in cheerful conversation with her, and she didn’t want to spoil the mood.

Eleanor turned her attention back to the table.

Mansfield, always observant, noticed the flicker in her demeanor. He followed her line of sight and caught Ian’s eyes across the room.

The two men exchanged a brief, polite nod—a silent acknowledgment between people of status.

When the drinks and food arrived, Mansfield discretely shifted in his seat, positioning himself between Eleanor and Ian’s line of sight.

Eleanor didn’t notice his subtle gesture, but Ian certainly did.

Soon, the main courses arrived. Eleanor and Mildred chatted, while Mansfield mostly listened, attentive and quiet. He kept an eye on his grandmother’s plate, making sure she had everything she liked. For Eleanor, he was more reserved—he watched to see what she enjoyed and gently slid those dishes closer to her.

Halfway through the meal, Eleanor excused herself to the ladies’ room. As she stepped out, she found Ian leaning casually against the hallway wall.

“So, you’re at the ‘meet the family’ stage already?” Ian’s tone was cool, almost indifferent.

Eleanor didn’t bother with a reply. She tried to walk past him.

Ian’s voice, flat and emotionless, stopped her. “Do you really think Evelyn is ready to start calling another man ‘dad’?”

The words hit Eleanor where she was most vulnerable. Her daughter was her weakness; she felt her breath catch.

“Why don’t you worry about yourself?” she shot back, hoping to keep walking. But Ian’s arm moved out, blocking her path.

She nearly bumped into him, instinctively taking a step back. Finally, she looked him in the eye.

“What do you want from me?”

Ian’s gaze was intense. “Do you even know what kind of family Mansfield Ellington comes from? His father’s the Secretary of State, his uncle’s the mayor. Do you really think a family like that would ever truly accept a divorced woman with a child? Think it through, Eleanor.”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify