No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 155

But he never really saw her. Even if she offered him her heart on a silver platter, it would go unnoticed.

"Come on, let's head up! Dinner's on me tonight," Eleanor said cheerfully.

"In that case, I won't hold back."

The two of them stepped into the elevator. As they did, it began to rise from the underground parking garage, and the doors slid open.

Immediately, the couple inside took a step apart.

Of all people, it was Ian and Vanessa.

Vanessa reached up to cover her lips—still flushed red. Maybe it was just the lighting, but Eleanor couldn't help but notice that Ian's lips looked a little too red as well.

It was almost as if they'd been making out just moments before.

Joy grabbed Eleanor's arm. "Mr. Goodwin, why don't you go on ahead? We're waiting for someone else," she said quickly.

Ian glanced at Eleanor as the elevator doors closed and the car carried them upward.

Joy huffed. "Seriously, can't those two just get a room? Do they have to put on a show for everyone? Let's find another restaurant."

Eleanor folded her arms. "Fine by me."

They picked a different place nearby, and Eleanor's appetite was unaffected. The two friends chatted and laughed over dinner.

When the conversation turned to Eleanor's bet with Simone, Joy looked at her in admiration. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But my money's on you. You'll shut up everyone who's ever underestimated you."

Joy didn't know exactly how good Eleanor was, but she was determined to stand by her best friend.

At 9:30, Eleanor went home to study. Not long after, Ian came back as well.

Joslyn greeted him at the door. "Good evening, sir. Mrs. Goodwin is upstairs reading." She carried a plate of sliced fruit up the stairs.

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