No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1259

Ian took a slow breath, a humorless smile tugging at his lips. "Well, you're busy. I'll be going now," he said to Eleanor.

She seemed to just realize he was still there. Ryan was talking in her ear, and she didn't have a moment to spare for him.

Ian turned and left. He held himself as tall as ever, but his retreating figure spoke of a deep, wordless solitude.

A single thought echoed in his mind.

*She belongs to someone else now. It's time to kill any lingering hope.*

Eleanor glanced over her shoulder at his retreating figure heading toward the elevators, a slight frown on her face. But her thoughts were quickly consumed by what Ryan was saying.

After the call, she saw that Dr. MacLeod was still in the room talking with Mansfield, the examination finished. She knocked lightly and entered. Dr. MacLeod greeted her with a look of pure admiration. "Eleanor, this is all thanks to you!"

"It wasn't just me. It was the whole team," Eleanor replied, then, thinking of Ian, she added, "And Ian's considerable help."

Mansfield looked up. "Is he still here? I want to thank him personally."

Eleanor shook her head. "He had something to do and left. Maybe next time."

Mansfield nodded. Having just woken up, his energy was low, and a wave of drowsiness was hitting him. Seeing this, Dr. MacLeod said, "Eleanor, let's let him get some rest."

Eleanor nodded and said to Mansfield, "I'm heading back to the lab. Call me anytime if you need anything."

Mansfield gave her a warm smile. "You're exhausted too. Make sure you rest after you're done."

"I will," Eleanor smiled back. Both of them felt a sense of ease. They had been honest with each other. Being friends instead of lovers felt right.

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Back in his car, Ian shut the door. The calm facade on his face crumbled, leaving only deep exhaustion. The pain in his dark eyes was unmistakable.

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