No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 501

Principal Maxwell laughed heartily, raising his glass toward Ian Goodwin. “Naturally. With someone as talented as Eleanor, she’ll have our full support.”

Simone Langley watched the exchange with satisfaction. With Ian managing the lab’s external relations, future support for their research was practically guaranteed.

Soon, another professor steered the conversation toward renewable energy.

As dinner drew to a close, the professors were reluctant to part ways. Someone suggested continuing the evening at one of their homes, and the group eagerly agreed.

They piled into a waiting car. Simone turned to Eleanor Sutton. “Eleanor, let Ian drive you back to the convention center, alright?”

Eleanor’s car was parked there.

“Go ahead, Professor Langley. I’ll make my own arrangements.” Eleanor waved as the group climbed into the car and drove off.

“I’ll drive you,” Ian said quietly at her side.

“That’s not necessary. I’ll get a cab.” Eleanor’s tone was frosty, her expression colder than a winter morning.

“It’s not far—barely ten minutes.” Ian was clearly determined.

Just then, a taxi Eleanor had flagged down from a distance pulled up. Without another word, she opened the door and slid inside.

The driver glanced at Ian standing outside and couldn’t help himself. “Miss, your boyfriend’s still out there!”

Fastening her seatbelt, Eleanor replied, her voice chilly, “I don’t know him.”

The car windows were rolled down, so Ian caught every word. He narrowed his eyes, lips pressed tight.

The driver quickly realized he’d just witnessed a lovers’ spat. He wisely kept quiet, asked for her destination, and pulled away.

Still, he couldn’t help but think to himself—those two made one stunning couple.

When Eleanor arrived at the convention center, she walked straight to the parking lot, then drove toward the research facility. She arrived around half past two. In her office, a bouquet from Xavier Vaughn stood in a vase, brightening the space.

Gwenda came in with a stack of files. “Beautiful flowers, aren’t they? Do you know what champagne roses mean?”

Eleanor shook her head, not really interested.

“The meaning is: ‘Loving you is the greatest happiness of my life. Missing you is the sweetest pain. In this lifetime, I love only you.’” Gwenda recited as if reading from a book.

Eleanor glanced at her, a little embarrassed. “Where’d you find that?”

“I looked it up! These roses aren’t cheap, you know.” Gwenda grinned.

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