No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 482

Xavier had just released her. Noticing her grip was off, he stepped behind her again, his tall frame nearly enveloping her as he gently instructed, “Relax your wrists a little more.”

“That’s it—just like that!”

Once Xavier stepped back, Eleanor swung again, sending the ball flying with surprising accuracy. Joy, watching from the side, clapped her hands in delight. “Wow, Ellie! Having a coach really makes a difference!”

Eleanor was dressed in a pale pink athletic outfit today, her hair pulled up into a high bun, with a few wisps framing her delicate face. The pleated skirt revealed long, slender legs accentuated by white sneakers, and under the afternoon sun, she seemed almost radiant.

Xavier, you’re amazing. I can’t believe you taught Eleanor—all it took was one lesson!” Vanessa called out as she joined the group, her tone playful.

Xavier gave her a nod. “You looked pretty good out there yourself. Who taught you?”

Vanessa smiled slyly, glancing—perhaps a little too obviously—over at Ian. “I’ve been practicing a lot, actually.”

Joy caught the exchange and smirked to herself. So Ian’s been giving Vanessa some private lessons, huh? Teaching someone golf was always a little flirtatious, and clearly, Ian hadn’t been shy about helping her out.

Eleanor, meanwhile, kept her focus on her swing. With another clean drive, the ball soared down the fairway. Joy clapped again. “Nice! You’re really getting the hang of this!”

Vanessa raised her voice just a notch. “Eleanor, you’re learning so fast! Are you sure you’re a beginner?”

The implication was obvious: Eleanor had pretended to be clueless just so Xavier would teach her himself.

Ian heard the remark as well. He narrowed his eyes and looked over at Eleanor.

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