No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 267

Every so often, Eleanor found reasons to linger near Ian under the guise of work, her intentions all too obvious.

“Ms. Shannon, let me show you upstairs,” the receptionist greeted Vanessa with a bright smile.

Vanessa smiled back, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she strode toward Ian’s private elevator.

That afternoon, Eleanor attended a meeting at Meridian Dynamics. Just as she exited the restroom, she saw Ian chatting with Byron Chase outside the conference room.

Running into him twice in one day—it grated on her nerves.

Eleanor brushed past the two men and entered the meeting room. Faye glanced up from her seat, her hand tightening around the papers in her lap. It surprised her that Meridian Dynamics still listed Eleanor as a core technical staff member.

Moments later, Ian arrived. Faye’s eyes lit up with anticipation—she was eager to see how Eleanor, the ex-wife, would handle herself.

Ian pulled out a chair and, by chance or design, sat directly across from Eleanor.

Byron began presenting two major recent breakthroughs, and Eleanor listened attentively. Their research still relied heavily on her original theories.

When the meeting ended, Byron couldn’t help but praise Eleanor’s remarkable work. Ian stood up and walked over to her, extending his hand.

“Ms. Sutton, thank you for everything you’ve contributed to Meridian Dynamics.”

Eleanor looked down at his outstretched hand—long, elegant fingers, perfectly balanced between strength and grace.

She used to love those hands. Now, she could hardly stand the sight of them.

Because those same hands had touched the one woman she despised most.

She turned away, refusing his handshake.

Around them, people exchanged startled glances, whispering and speculating that Eleanor and Ian’s divorce must have been far from amicable.

Faye shot Eleanor a sideways look. What was she acting so high and mighty for? Once Meridian Dynamics’ research paid off, it would be her own sister reaping the rewards.

Stepping outside, Eleanor realized a sudden downpour had begun. Her car was parked in the open lot, and there was no way to reach it without getting drenched.

As she turned to head back to the front desk to borrow an umbrella, someone stepped beside her and opened one overhead—it was Ian.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” he said.

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