No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 496

The meeting wrapped up an hour later. Eleanor hurried out of the lab and made her way back to her office, ready to start drafting her proposal.

She'd barely settled in when Ian appeared, leaning casually against her office doorway instead of coming inside.

“Heard you got a new car?” he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Eleanor ignored him, fingers flying over the keyboard.

“Let me guess—Xavier gave it to you?” Ian narrowed his eyes, pressing further.

She finally looked up, her gaze cool. “Yeah, and so what? I can accept gifts from whoever I please.”

Ian’s expression darkened. He clearly hadn’t expected that answer.

“So, are you serious about Xavier?” His voice was rough, almost strained.

Eleanor gave a sharp little laugh. “What business is it of yours?”

He straightened, tone going cold. “You’re right. It’s none of my business.”

With that, Ian stepped back, tugged at his tie, and slipped back into his usual distant, icy demeanor.

Finally, Eleanor had her peace and could get back to work. She knew exactly what that look on Ian’s face meant. He wasn’t over it—not over the fact that the woman who used to be utterly devoted to him now acted as if he didn’t exist.

Ian didn’t leave the building, though. Instead, he stopped by Simone’s office, flipping through the list of trial participants until he pulled out the file for a patient named Mabel.

“Professor Langley, could you send me a daily report on this patient’s trial results?” he requested.

Simone looked at him in surprise. “Ian, do you know someone with leukemia?”

Ian didn’t answer, just nodded politely. “Thank you for your help.”

With a brief nod, he turned and left.

The following week was a blur of preparation as everyone waited for the new drug’s approval. Eleanor shadowed Simone, meticulously tracking and recording each participant’s progress.

Amidst the chaos, Eleanor was also preparing her speech for the August medical summit.

With the start of summer break, Eleanor had signed Evelyn up for a three-day-a-week summer program at school. Evelyn loved it—she thrived on the creative activities and lively atmosphere.

Eleanor promised herself that as soon as this hectic period ended, she’d take Evelyn on a trip before school started again in September.

That afternoon, after wrapping up reports with Simone, Eleanor’s phone buzzed. Expecting a work message, she glanced at the screen, only to see a text from Mansfield Ellington.

“Eleanor, there’s a package coming your way today. Make sure someone’s home to receive it.”

She blinked in surprise. Had he sent her a gift?

“What did you send?” Eleanor replied, curiosity piqued.

“Can’t say. Top secret,” came Mansfield’s teasing response.

“Oh, come on. Tell me!” she pressed.

“It’s actually not for you,” he admitted.

Eleanor paused, caught off guard. “Then who’s it for?”

“It’s for Evelyn.”

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