No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 149

He picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Mr. Goodwin, the paper you just sent me—did you not realize it was your wife Eleanor's work?" Jude Vaughn's voice came through, light and teasing.

Ian seemed to have anticipated this. He let out a quiet chuckle. "Is that so?"

"Didn't you notice the name at the bottom? That's your wife, Eleanor."

"Are you certain it's hers?" Ian pressed, wanting to be sure he wasn't mistaken.

"Absolutely certain. Your wife is truly remarkable—she scored a perfect mark on her assessment," Jude continued.

Ian was momentarily taken aback. "Assessment?"

"It's part of the evaluation for Eleanor's accelerated graduation. You didn't know?" Now Jude sounded surprised.

Don't most married couples share these things?

"Is that right…" Ian's eyes clouded with thought.

"Mr. Goodwin, if you'd like to know more about the paper, feel free to reach out to me anytime."

"Thank you. I'll let you go, then." Ian ended the call, his gaze deepening.

It seemed he knew far less about his own wife than he'd thought. He hadn't even realized her name was now recognized around the world.

When Eleanor came home, hand in hand with her daughter, she spotted the car in their parking space—Ian was back.

"Daddy's home!" Evelyn squealed and ran straight for the living room.

"Daddy, Daddy!" she called out in her sweet, childish voice.

Eleanor was still at the door when a ball of fur bounded to her feet, tail wagging, licking at her shoes. She crouched down and gave Princess a good scratch behind the ears. From inside, Evelyn's delighted voice floated out: "Daddy, really? Are we going out for dinner tonight?"

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