No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 579

When Eleanor woke up from her nap, she found herself covered by a suit jacket that definitely didn’t belong to her.

Frowning, she sat up and examined the jacket. For a moment, she wondered if it was Joel’s, but the fabric was clearly bespoke, and the sapphire cufflinks gave it away. Eleanor wrinkled her nose in distaste and tossed it aside.

—It was Ian’s.

Had he come by?

Rubbing her forehead, Eleanor got up and went to wash her face. On her way back, she ran into Gwenda, who sidled up with a knowing look. “Eleanor, Mr. Goodwin was in your office for over an hour just now. He didn’t… do anything, did he?”

Eleanor’s face darkened immediately. “Over an hour?”

“Yeah! He came in right after you fell asleep, and didn’t leave until almost two,” Gwenda said.

So, he’d been there the whole time she was napping?

Back in her office, Eleanor found nothing missing—just the extra suit jacket draped over a chair. She sat at her desk and awoke her laptop; her project schedule still filled the screen. Exhaling, she picked up her coffee, feeling a wave of irritation.

Just then, Gwenda came in with some files. Spotting the coffee cup, she asked, “Is it cold? I brought it for you, but you fell asleep right after.”

A thought struck Eleanor. She grabbed the cup and realized that at least two-thirds of it was gone.

Someone had drunk her coffee.

Her expression changed instantly. She bolted to the trash can, doubled over, and gagged as if she’d just swallowed something vile.

“Uh—was it that bad? Isn’t this your usual order?” Gwenda asked, baffled.

“Pass me a tissue, please,” Eleanor croaked, tears stinging her eyes as she retched.

After Gwenda handed her a few tissues, Eleanor wiped her mouth, then staggered to the water cooler and gulped down a full glass. Her face was still pale.

“What happened? Was there something wrong with the coffee?” Gwenda pressed, genuinely concerned.

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