No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 11

"Ian, come here, I'd like to introduce you to someone," Henry called out.

Ian followed Henry over to where Eleanor and Joel were standing. Henry looked surprised as he glanced at Eleanor and asked, "Mrs. Goodwin, do you two know each other?"

Eleanor smiled politely. "Yes, we've met."

Henry chuckled. "Well then, Ian, this is Mr. Joel Kingsley—the star pupil of Professor Kelvin and a rising star in the world of medicine."

Ian's eyes lit up with genuine admiration and a hint of interest in making a new acquaintance. He extended his hand. "Mr. Kingsley, pleasure to meet you. I'm Ian."

Joel sized him up briefly, then shook his hand—both grips firm, but the exchange was over in a second.

"Mrs. Goodwin, it was nice meeting you," Joel said with a warm smile before excusing himself.

Ian watched Joel walk away for a few seconds, then his gaze shifted back to Eleanor. Deciding she'd had enough of the introductions, Eleanor headed toward the bar to get another glass of juice. Suddenly, a strong hand clasped her arm, the grip just a little too tight.

"Remember your place," a man's low voice murmured in her ear.

There was a warning in his tone, something dark and possessive beneath the calm.

A faint, mocking smile played on Eleanor's lips. He could parade his lover around the room for all to see, but if she so much as spoke with another man, he had the nerve to warn her?

Talk about double standards.

She gently pulled her arm free, and Ian let her go. Eleanor continued to the bar and ordered another juice. Nearby, Vanessa was chatting with a wealthy-looking woman in Drexford's language.

"Who is she? I don't think I've ever seen her before."

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