No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 99

Ian stepped out of the shower.

Under the warm glow of the bedroom lights, the open collar of his robe revealed the sharp line of his collarbone and the curve of his chest. Years of discipline had left their mark—he'd never once slacked off when it came to working out.

"Go take a shower," he said, his tone cool and even.

Eleanor didn't even look up from her phone. "You go ahead and sleep. I'll be heading out in a bit."

He frowned. "Where are you going this late?"

"To a friend's place," she replied, just as a message from Joy popped up on her screen.

Without another word, Eleanor grabbed her purse, slipped out of the room, and hurried through the night air toward Joy's car parked outside Goodwin Manor.

As soon as Eleanor slid into the passenger seat, Joy glanced over, curiosity written all over her face. "Ian's not home tonight?"

"He is," Eleanor answered.

Joy raised a brow. "And he's okay with you staying at my place?"

Eleanor shot her a look. "You think I'd still be sharing a bed with him?"

Joy smirked. "Fair point. No matter how many showers a dirty man takes, he's still dirty."

Back at Joy's apartment, the two of them chatted for a while. Joy soon brought up the news she'd heard about Vanessa's upcoming concert. "So, what will you do if your daughter wants to go?"

"I'll take her with me," Eleanor said flatly. There was no way she'd let her daughter attend; she didn't want the girl idolizing Vanessa any more than she already did.

"Ian must have pulled a lot of strings for Vanessa to get that venue," Joy mused. "Henderson Arena is a stadium, Ellie—a big league place. Without serious connections, you don't even get a shot at booking it."

The conversation drifted to Eleanor's day. She casually mentioned what happened at the jewelry store.

Joy, in the middle of applying moisturizer, stopped dead. "Wait, six sets? How much did that cost?"

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