No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 567

After ordering their food, Eleanor’s phone buzzed with a new message. She glanced down and saw it was from Byron.

“Eleanor, the afternoon meeting has been moved up to one o’clock. Please head back to the office as soon as you finish lunch.”

She frowned. That was abrupt.

“What’s wrong?” Xavier noticed the change in her expression.

Setting her phone aside, Eleanor replied, “I’ll probably have to rush back to the office for a meeting right after we eat.”

“I thought your workday doesn’t usually start until after two?” Xavier raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but there’s a meeting that’s suddenly been rescheduled for one.” She lifted her cup and took a sip of tea, not thinking much of it.

But Xavier’s brow furrowed. “Was it Ian who called you back for the meeting?”

Eleanor paused mid-sip. “No, it was Byron, the director over at Meridian Dynamics.”

“Makes no difference,” Xavier chuckled. Then he leaned in, changing the subject slightly. “By the way, that blanket at the venue earlier—do you know who asked the staff to bring it to you?”

Eleanor was caught off guard. She hadn’t thought about it at the time, but now that he mentioned it, it did seem odd. How did the staff know she was cold, especially with the lights dimmed?

“I’m pretty sure it was Ian who told them to bring it,” Xavier said, watching her reaction. “Seems like he still cares about you.”

A flash of distaste crossed Eleanor’s face. “I don’t need his concern.”

Her response made Xavier pause. He could tell she wasn’t faking it—her feelings were genuine.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought him up.” Xavier quickly moved on. “Anyway, the weather’s been all over the place lately. Take care of yourself, okay? Don’t catch a cold.”

Eleanor’s expression softened. “You’re right, it’s the worst time of year for getting sick.”

They began chatting about their kids, and the mood lightened immediately. But just as they finished their meal, Eleanor’s phone buzzed again—Byron had sent over the meeting materials.

She glanced through the message, checked the time, and stood up. “I’d better get back to the office.”

Xavier nodded. “Work comes first. Let’s go.”

They walked out of the restaurant together. Xavier watched as Eleanor’s car pulled away, letting out a quiet sigh. That lingering question in his mind only grew more persistent.

Why did Ian always seem to be hovering over Eleanor—sometimes openly, sometimes behind the scenes?

Everyone knew how important Eleanor was to him; her research had played a critical role in Meridian Dynamics’ meteoric rise in the pharmaceutical world. But if his concern was purely professional, why did it feel like Ian was subtly blocking Xavier from getting close to her—deliberately, but never directly?

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