Eleanor had barely finished her apology when the auditorium erupted in applause.
“Miss Sutton, that was incredible!”
“Miss Sutton, we could listen to you for another two hours!”
The two guys in the front row made her laugh, and their enthusiasm drew another round of delighted gasps from the audience.
After the speech, a crowd of students gathered around, eager to ask questions. Eleanor answered each one patiently, her calm composure never wavering.
Standing off to the side, Gwenda watched the small crowd clustered around Eleanor and couldn’t help but whisper to herself, “I really underestimated her before.”
Eleanor was gathering her notes when a sudden commotion stirred by the door.
Gwenda nudged her lightly. “Eleanor, look who just walked in.”
Eleanor glanced up, and to her surprise, spotted a familiar figure by the entrance.
Ian stood there, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his gaze quietly intense as it rested on her.
What was he doing here?
For a moment, Eleanor froze, but she quickly lowered her eyes and resumed packing up, as if she hadn’t seen him at all.
Ian, however, didn’t move. He simply stood at the entrance, watching her shine among the students, a complicated emotion flickering in his eyes.
The students noticed Ian too. A few brave ones approached him.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Goodwin.”
Ian nodded politely, which seemed to thrill them. Still, there was an unmistakable aura about him—something that made people keep their distance. A quick greeting was as far as anyone dared to go.
No one was bold enough to strike up a real conversation.
“Eleanor, I’ll finish up here. Why don’t you go see if Mr. Goodwin needs something?” Gwenda suggested.
Eleanor replied coolly, “No need. There’s nothing for us to talk about.”

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