No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 527

Ian slid into the car, his long fingers tapping twice on his knee before he checked his watch. “Take me to the city museum,” he said.

Gavin stepped on the gas, heading straight for the museum.

About half an hour later, Mansfield Ellington’s car arrived first. He and Evelyn made their way across the empty front lawn toward the museum’s grand entrance.

Not long after, Gavin brought the car to a sharp stop in the parking lot. The back door flew open, and Ian strode out, making his way swiftly toward the entrance hall.

Inside the lobby, Mansfield’s gaze happened to catch Eleanor’s untied sneaker laces. He turned to her with a gentle smile. “Don’t move,” he said softly.

Eleanor froze, looking at him in confusion. Beside her, Evelyn tilted her head. “Mr. Ellington, are we playing a game?”

“No,” Mansfield chuckled, crouching down in front of Eleanor.

Looking down, Eleanor realized he was tying her shoe. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she instinctively tried to step back, but Mansfield’s hand gently held her ankle in place. “Stay still. I’m almost done,” he said.

Evelyn chimed in, “Mr. Ellington, can you make a bow for me too?”

“Of course I can.” Mansfield flashed her a smile.

Just then, at the entrance to the lobby, a sharply dressed figure stood silent—Ian had arrived just in time to see the whole scene: Eleanor, hand in hand with their daughter, while Mansfield knelt, carefully tying her shoelace. Evelyn was laughing, saying something to Mansfield, her smile so wide it nearly hid her eyes.

When Mansfield finished with Eleanor’s shoe, he moved on to tie Evelyn’s in a perfect bow.

Gavin, having just parked and hurried over, was surprised to see his boss lingering by the entrance, unmoving. When he reached Ian’s side and followed his gaze, he finally understood—Eleanor and Evelyn weren’t alone, and the atmosphere between the three was unmistakably warm and happy.

Ian’s expression hardened. He turned abruptly and strode back toward the parking lot. Gavin hurried after him. “Mr. Goodwin, aren’t you going in?”

“Back to the office,” Ian replied, his voice cold as ice.

Gavin didn’t dare ask more. He started the car, thinking to himself: Mr. Goodwin had rushed back from abroad, leaving business unfinished, only to find Eleanor and his daughter out with another man. Anyone in his position would find that hard to swallow.

Ian closed his eyes, pressing his fingers to his brow to ease the fatigue. The scene he’d just witnessed replayed in his mind, leaving him with a splitting headache.

Back in the museum, the trio was gathered around a towering T-Rex skeleton, blissfully unaware of Ian’s presence. Evelyn wanted a closer look at the dinosaur’s teeth, but she was too short. Mansfield lifted her up, letting her gleefully count the giant teeth.

Eleanor watched her daughter’s endless curiosity, a helpless smile on her lips.

The three wandered through interactive exhibits, often bursting into laughter at Evelyn’s innocent antics.

After three hours, they’d explored the whole museum, and it was just about lunchtime.

“Let’s have lunch together,” Mansfield suggested.

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